Na Na Na Na Na Na Na - Post Inking and a Little Drinking

Maybe you remember my mention of Kimber and I purchasing Batman and Robin shirts that had capes in an earlier post?  I know it was brief, but I promised that I was mentioning it for a reason and that it would come into play later, well here it is: we’re complete dorks and completely crazy.  I may have eluded to my tendency for shenanigans and that I’m a little crazy sometimes in other places, well here it shall be - 

I got this tattoo during the time in which I was still attending UNO for my Bachelor’s Degree in Spanish and Criminal Justice; this was also during a time in which I did not work during the week (the economy and attempting to find a job that worked around my class schedule was nothing short of “holy fuck” frustrating, but I digress), so Kimber and I dawned our Batman and Robin shirts and headed out to downtown Omaha to visit some of the local pubs (yeah, I’m going a little British with my speaking - I love it. No, I’m not British, and no, I don’t want to hear about it).  Two of my favorite places to frequent at that time were The Dubliner and Eat the Worm (I still go to The Dubliner a lot, but Eat the Worm, not so much).  I’m not going to distinguish stories from the first session and the second session, because quite frankly, I don’t remember when they happened - only that they happened and some of them are quite amusing.

First on the menu: The Dubliner

• Kimber and I stop in there for a drink (I think I had a Tequila Sunrise, and she had.....something sweet). We sat at a table and chatted for a bit, drank our drinks, then decided we’d head over to Eat the Worm (we knew a bartender there rather well).  On our way out, however, a group of guys stops us to complement us on our Batman and Robin shirts and proceeded ask what the occasion was - 
• No occasion, it’s just Wednesday! And I’m freshly inked and in need of a drink!!

 - Cue lifting of shirt, and pulling skirt halfway down to show off said fresh ink - 

Complements - Blah, blah, blah - More talking - Blah, blah, blah - Oh, cool - Blah, blah, blah --- So, who pitches and who catches?

WAIT, WHAT?! *Puzzled faces* 

Guy: Aren’t you guys lesbians?
Us: No.... Have you been talking with us for the last 45 minutes thinking we were lesbians?
Guy: Yeah...
Us: Uh....yeah, we’re not... Why would you think that?
Guy: The Batman and Robin shirts....
Us: .......
Guy: I really did think you were lesbians

Then we went back and forth about how they thought we were, how we’re not - Yada, yada, yada - 

Onward and forward, Robin!!

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Second on the menu: Eat the Worm

*Disclaimer: I’m about to possibly mix two different stories together - forgive me*

The first thing that happened is a couple of guys wanted to complement us on our Batman and Robin shirts (go figure, right?).  They had this look in their eye... After our previous experience, we blurted “We’re not lesbians!”  The guys laughed, and coincidentally said it was funny that we’d say that, because they were wondering if we were. What a night - mistaken for lesbians twice in a row. We’re not, I swear, just sisters (I know what you might be thinking, and no. Quit it). So.....some time passes, and a guy from Omaha Nightlife shows up.  He’s also digging our Batman and Robin shirts and wants to take pictures! So, that was cool. 

We had him take one on our phone too so that we’d have it. It was a pretty sweet shot.

Ah, I won’t jumble the stories. I’m just going to tell this one because it goes along with the whole people mistaking us for lesbians thing and also happened to happen here at Eat the Worm.  I’m just not sure if this was a “post tattooing” outing or not....

Anyway, we were just hanging out at the bar all night chatting, drinking and having a good time.  Last call had just been called when this guy just randomly walks up to us and says he and his buddies have a bet going (Kimber and I look at each other, and we knew exactly what was coming), and he proceeded to ask us if we were lesbians. What a shocker, I know.  I simply shook my head “no,” and Kimber responded with, “Well, whoever bet that we were, lost. We’re not; we’re just sisters.” He looked so disappointed - He thought we were lesbians.  Curious, we decided to ask why they thought we were lesbians.  His response was so ridiculous “because you guys look so happy together.” .......Really - is that all it takes, just looking happy with another female?

Le sigh

Anyway - the journey of ink will continue. Please stay tuned.