Nope - not me.
I'm not that crazy.
My husband decided it would be a WONDERFUL experience to take the "RED LINE" uptown to the TATTOO FACTORY. As I told him where to go most of the trip, I allowed this ONE DETOUR to the outskirts of CHICAGO - so he could get yet another TATTOO.
I could spend this entire blog talking about the RED LINE itself, as that was by far the scariest thing I have done here in the windy city.
packed in a HOT subway
with alot of people that don't smell very good
closing my eyes because I get motion sickness
The sacrifices you make for the one you love........
I will not mention the "outskirts" either, as Dan told me - "This is the REAL Chicago" - and I don't want to offend the people of this beautiful city.
But, I will mention the young woman that came into the tattoo parlor FOUR TIMES begging the artist to give her a "SMALL HEART & A SMALL CROSS", when she didn't have enough money. Dan almost gave her the money. I think the look on my face stopped him......
If it were up to Dan, our life savings would be in the little cups that the homeless people are shaking. Or the "basketball teams" trying to get to another state for a competition. Or the young people trying to raise money to go to a "church youth camp".
I guess, I'm not as trusting as he is.
Maybe he's just more willing to give.
Maybe he just knows what we're supposed to be doing.
Talking to the homeless guys for 15 minutes, just to find out about their lives.
Wow, I got way off subject - that's not like me...
here are some pictures of the ink.....