Sooooo… we had been sitting in the blistering heat for the past five hours or so, waiting in line for Conan O’Brien’s show, when this girl came walking along soliciting some business. She had a booklet full of generic drawings and a sign which read, “$5 Henna Tattoos.” Bored and with a half-dollar coin burning a hole in my pocket (and against my better judgement), I struck up a deal with her. 50 cents and she could draw whatever she wanted… which happened to be a dick on my arm.
It was funny at the time so I didn’t really care. I figured it’d last a week at the most but I neglected to consider the fact that I get dark very easily. Combine that with standing in the Bonnaroo heat for hours upon hours each day and I end up with some serious henna regrets down the road. I didn’t realize the longevity of this thing until my roommate pointed out the other day that the lingering remains on my arm are actually tan lines now… which means it’ll probably be there ALL summer long.
On the plus side, it compliments the trashiness of my tank-top tan line very well.