Tonight Ian and I did the unthinkable at the tattoo shop. Or the next best thing, I guess, since we didn’t get each other’s names.
But we did get matching tattoos.
They’re crawfish. Mine is named Lydia.
Pics to come; we’re wrapped up and didn’t take any, and our artist hasn’t posted his yet.
We went to Shogun and had sushi and steak and fried rice and vegetables.
Then we got tattoos.
Pics tomorrow, it’s late.