I know. Some of you are thinking, “Friday The 13th isn’t a holiday.” Some people think it’s dumb that I call this my favorite holiday. Some people get offended. Some people shouldn’t ask me questions.
I submit to you that it’s no dumber than any other holiday made up by any group or individual to celebrate or commemorate anything. In fact, it’s better. There is typically more than one Friday The 13th in any given year. How great is that?
And how do I celebrate this, my favorite of holidays?
My first one was this little guy.
This was a Friday The 13th special at Ancient Art Tattoo. I’d wanted a tattoo for years, and this seemed like a fine way to start: a thirteen-dollar tattoo with a seven-dollar tip. There were about 80 designs to pick from. I didn’t have to look very long.
I mean, how could I not get a black cat?
Tattoo-wise, I’ve gone a little nuts since then. I’ve gotten a total of nine tattoos in just over a year and so far have not missed a Friday The 13th.
The next one came around in November, but the line outside Ancient Art was A) crazy and B) full of hipsters, so I ended up at Blue Horseshoe Tattoo.
My latest (and my favorite of the three I have to admit) was at noon today from Otzi Tattoo Agency. Yes, that’s where Matti Hixson is, but I picked one from Sean Karn.
So glad I did.
While other people wait around for the rockets’ red glare, the dead bird, the bearded fat man (well, Krampus in my case), and Auld Lang Syne, I’ll be waiting for January 13th, 2017.
Hope Sean is around.