![]() ![]() I don’t really feel the need to get inked up again, but I loved spending my son’s birthday doing that with him. It made me feel like maybe I’m not quite 100 years old. 2018.Īnd I appreciated that, if I was forced by circumstances to get a tattoo, it took place in the hip, trendy downtown Vegas container park which, really, you should go see when you’ve had enough of neon and feather boas. He and his sister also got matching wings. Inked at Black Spade Tattoo in Las Vegas. Frumpy Middle-age Mom’s first and last tattoo, in honor of the fact that her son actually managed to make it to his 21st birthday. My kids are adopted so I can’t compare it to giving birth, but, really, the little pinpricks of the needle were nothing compared to life with two reckless, headstrong kids who sometimes seem hellbent on self-destruction. It turns out that getting a tattoo is much less painful than being the mother of teenagers. When it was my turn, I gulped hard and lay down on the leatherette chaise, waiting for the pain. After much arguing, er, negotiation, we’d all agreed that a pair of wings would be a nice symbol of our family that we’d all like to have etched permanently on our bodies. It didn’t come up.) This calm helped me as I sat there, waiting, while both of my kids got wings inked onto their arms. ![]() (And, no, I don’t know if King Ruck is his real name or his professional name. King Ruck’s tattoo parlor is very nice and relaxing, with chill music and calming colors. Now, not everyone operates a tattoo parlor inside an old recycled train caboose and boxcar, but, really, why not? Especially when it’s surrounded by shops and restaurants built out of steel shipping containers, yeah, the kind that drive past you on the freeway on their way to the port. ![]() Frumpy Mom, her mom, and brother Cheetah Boy got matching tattoos in honor of his 21st birthday. Curly Girl’s new wings, inked by King Ruck of Black Spade tattoo in Las Vegas. So, after we used a Groupon to eat breakfast at the Flamingo buffet, (I’m still cheap, after all), watching the pink flamingos shiver outside in their little habitat, we went to the Las Vegas Downtown Container Park and visited King Ruck, owner of Black Spade Tattoo. I wanted to talk about family ties, and how I really wanted to do something special for Cheetah Boy’s big birthday, the one where it stops being fun to drink adult beverages, because now you can do it all the time. If you don’t know who I’m talking about, you probably are young and have a lot of tattoos.Īnyway, that’s not what I came here to talk to you about. It’s only a matter of time before people covered with faded ink look as dated as aging silent-film actress Gloria Swanson did in Sunset Boulevard. Use your imagination.Īlso, let’s face it, tattoos may last a lifetime, but they’re also a fad, just like granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. In fact, I’m pretty sure all those people who are tatted up nowadays – including my own children – will someday regret this choice, when their skin sags and the ink portraits they wear so proudly turn into scary caricatures of their original designs. OK, just climbing the stairs to Thousand Steps Beach.Īnyway, I think you’ve grasped the concept. Not long ago, I would have told you that the odds that I would ever get a tattoo were approximately the same as that of me climbing Mt. Like getting your first tattoo at an age when you really should know better. When in the course of human events your son actually manages to live long enough to celebrate his 21st birthday, sometimes you find yourself doing unexpected things. ![]()
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