After some thorough Google-Fu, we found Whatever Tattoo in the Village, and headed down there. We took quick “before” pictures for posterity. Erin jumped in the chair first and was done in less than fifteen minutes. My jokes about changing my mind while she was in the chair didn’t go over well. Then, it was my turn. Ten minutes later, we’re back on the street, freshly inked and hungry, so we went prowling for dinner.