Last night I dreamed that the boyfriend and I went to our favorite bar (we don’t have a favorite bar) for a pint of our favorite beer (we don’t share a favorite beer) when, on a whim, I decided to get a giant tattoo of my favorite beer’s logo on my right forearm. It was wide, about six inches in width, and it wrapped completely around my arm, like a band. It was maroon and black. (Oddly, I have no idea what kind of beer it was, but the logo resembled one that a Yazoo beer might have. Frankly, it could have been worse. Could’ve looked like a Miller Lite logo.) In fact, it was a really well done tattoo in a design I really liked, despite the fact that the bartender did it on the fly with equipment he pulled from under the bar.
Then I started to wig. I had considered a tattoo so many times in my life, ultimately deciding to remain ink free. Why had I changed my mind? And with such immediate abandon? And why did I pick a freaking beer logo? I was forever branded a souse. I thought of all the gorgeous sleeves I’d considered, the elaborate scenes I’d imagined crawling across my back or snaking up my waist, but no. I’d gone and gotten a brew tattoo. On my fucking forearm where, unless it was winter, it couldn’t be covered up. I might as well have adorned myself with a giant pot leaf or crack pipe.
I also dreamed that I took off my bra to find heaps of cat hair in it.
I was very relieved when I awoke this morning.
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I like beer to…but not enough to get a tatoo of my fav’s (Michelob AmberBock) logo. Good thing that was a dream.
(A good English Boddingtons comes in a close second at Dan McGuiness, btw)
I would be so relieved to wake up. Although if you were gonna get any beer tattoo, I’m given to understand by the beer drinkers in my life that Yazoo beers would be the one to celebrate.
At least you didn’t shave your head.
what’s the big deal??? I have the miller lite logo across my back…
just kidding.
I want to get a High Life logo on my bicep. And then I’ll get ECNALUBMA across my forehead.
ooh… i do love the yazoo… mmmmmm…
yeah i hate finding cat hair in my bra too.
funny post ;-)
I would laugh, except the bra thing is not a dream and more a fact of life for me.
Well, okay, maybe not HEAPS of cat hair.
Sounds great! a tattoo of your favorite beers, sounds cool, keep on blogging! good work! PS: I Like your blog
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