There are times that you really don’t want to be asked out on a date.
I recently was getting my first tattoo. Now, I’m not normally the tattoo kind of girl, but it was in memory of my best friend (who you may recognize in stories here and here) who passed away 10 years ago, so it was one of those things that you just have to suck up and get.
I had literally been putting this off for ages, but happened to be sitting next to a tattoo artist when I recently dyed my hair red…which is how a week later I was lying on a bed in a tattoo parlor.
I had obviously seen the design beforehand, but I couldn’t see it when the guy was imprinting it onto my body with permanent ink. I was lying there exhausted (I strategically planned this the day after I returned from a conference, since I knew I would be too tired to cancel). I had actually already fallen asleep in the middle of getting the tattoo, which caused quite a stir in the tattoo parlor since they thought I had passed out from pain (and then I had to reassure them over and over again that yes, I really was that tired, and yes, I have a high pain tolerance).
Like I said, I was tired and a bit cranky. And I had a chatty tattoo artist who apparently was unable to work without a constant stream of words coming from his mouth. I was attempting to nod every once in a while to appear like I was paying attention.
That is, until I realized he must have asked me a question and was waiting for an answer.
Me: Excuse me, what did you say?
Tattoo guy: Oh, I just asked you if you wanted to go out for drinks sometime. You don’t have a boyfriend, do you? That would complicate things.
Now, please realize that at this point I have NO IDEA how much longer this is going to take. Besides, while I didn’t think he was the kind of guy who would mess up my tattoo if I said no, that wasn’t a chance I was willing to take (since tattoos are designed to be permanent and all…).
Me: No, I don’t have a boyfriend, and I’m out of town a lot, but maybe we can meet up.
Tattoo guy: Cool. I’m only a year younger than you, too.
At this point, I am praying for this to be done. Next, I’m not that old (I’m almost 26), so I don’t see why he had to point that out. I’m just feeling extremely awkward and praying it will be done soon.
And finally, it was done. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him sometime when I’m back in town.
I haven’t yet called him. And yes, the tattoo turned out fine.
No Ink Required Shrimp Pot Pie
- 1 lb asparagus, cut into small pieces
- 1 large onion, diced
- 8 oz mushrooms, sliced thinly
- 4 cloves garlic, minced
- 4 tbsp olive oil
- 1/2 c flour
- 2 1/2 c chicken or vegetable stock
- 1 1/2 c skim milk
- 1/2 c sherry (optional)
- 16 oz frozen corn kernels, thawed
- 16 oz frozen peas, thawed
- 1 lb uncooked shrimp (51-60 count), peeled and deveined
- 3 tbsp garlic powder
- 3 tbsp dried parsley
- 1 sheet puff pastry, thawed
- 1 egg, beaten
- Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit.
- In a large soup pot, dump in asparagus, onions, mushrooms, garlic, and olive oil. Cook approximately 10 minutes or until onions are translucent.
- Add flour and stir for 1 minute to cook the flour-y taste out of the mixture.
- Add in vegetable stock, milk, and sherry. Bring to a simmer, then cook for 5 minutes while the mixture thickens.
- Add garlic powder and dried parsley. Salt and pepper to taste.
- Mix in corn, peas, and shrimp. Remove from heat.
- Dump mixture into an 9x13in baking dish (I prefer glass).
- Roll out puff pastry sheet to fit baking dish, with an extra 1/2 – 1 inch on each side. Place on top of pot pie. Using egg wash (aka the beaten egg), brush insides of baking dish and stick puff pastry to that. Also brush with egg wash on top. Cut a few slits.
- Bake for 25 minutes or until bubbly and golden brown. Let cool 5 minutes before diving in.