This is an orphan post - one of those that had a ton of potential, but just didn't come to full fruition.
A little over four months ago, the family and I had just seen my older daughter Jolee perform in a summer theater production in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
It was a hot night, so we wandered up Union Street and stopped at Uncle Louie G's Italian Ices and Ice Cream. Our server, whose name I never got, was totally game for sharing her tattoos with us:
Fortunately, it wasn't too busy, so I was able to get a picture and a close-up of what she called her "guns on her guns":
Alas, out of nowhere, a line formed and it was clear, as we finished our ices, waiting to resume our discussion, that their business was peaking for the evening.
I passed her my card and asked her to e-mail me, but I never heard back. I stopped by a couple of times in the ensuing months, and she was never on duty.
As today is December 1, I'm officially conceding my hope of getting more information on these cool tattoos.
Thanks to our lovely ice dispenser for sharing her guns with us here on Tattoosday!