My weekend was overall really fun. I actually got my first tattoo! The plan was to get it on Friday at 4pm but the tattoo guy was sick, so I stayed the night in my hometown of Grand Rapids hoping to get it the next day at 2pm. It was getting closer to the time for me to go. My mom then gets a call from the lady at the front desk saying that the tattoo guy was again sick, but would for sure be in Sunday at 2pm for me to then get the tattoo done. I think that I was being tested on my patience this weekend, I really wanted that tattoo and my hopes kept getting crushed every time. It was then Sunday morning and my mom called to make sure the guy was actually there before I drove back to Grand Rapids. He was finally there and I finally got my first tattoo. Yes, that tattoo hurt but it was way different than I had expected it to be. The tattoo is big for my first one, but it’s very meaningful to me, and I love it.