Weeeeeelll, here we go peoples...
These past couple of weeks have been draining on me, both physically and mentally. wahooooo. First thing to hit it off the draining was that I was responsible for helping to coordinate my masonic lodge's contribution to a joint picnic with another lodge. I got this as default, because the guy who was supposed to lead the committee and the de facto second in command bailed, leaving me to try to drum up raffle prizes and other things, which I have absolutely no experience in getting. Mix that with the other people who were supossed to help vanishing, I was mildly stressed.
Combine that with the Aurora shootings, which just made me mentally and emotionally exhausted. I lived out there for a year and a half, and my brother still does, infact, he lives less than a mile from the theater, and works about 5-6 blocks from the apartment that the madman lived in. If it wasn't for the fact that my brother had to work in the morning, it was quite possible that he could have been in that theater. None of the friends I had that lived out there were there, and my brother only had one friend there who just ended up with some of the shotgun pellets in their extremeties. Even though no one I knew was there it still kind of hurts. Aurora had an awesome sense of community and just general relaxation to it, and it husts to know that a place I called home, even for only that short amount of time could be hurting so bad.
Which led to a bit if random hilarity. All of it finally rose to the top and left me drained. I fell asleep when I got off thursday at around 10 in the morning and slept through until about 11PM. Well I missed the confirmation from my tattoo studio about my appointment on friday. The guy who left it said something along the lines in his voicemail "Call me back to confirm to keep your reservation." So yeah, I freaked a bit as I already had to wait an extra month to start it up. So I went to the studio about 20 minutes early (as my artist books the entire day for moi- ain't I special?) and talked with the counter girl who pretty much said, it was cool, and that I still had my appointment for the day. So as my artist was putting the stencils on my arm ( she had so many choices for the piece that I picked and chose what I wanted and she helped out, giving me some advice on what would look awesome etc) when this tweeker who mustn't had a shower in years, and was in the throes of a meth high walked in and started talking about wanting to get "Life is a Lie" in hebrew letters across her forehead. My artist to every question this tweeker asked replied with "No get out." it went on for like a solid 4 minutes before my artist finally threatened to call the cops if tweeky didn't leave. She left, to which my artist, the counter girl, and I all said after the door was closed "Fucking tweekers"
So yeah, two hours on the chair, I have about 95% of the outline for the lower part of my sleeve done. She's got an outline of a Kraken she wants to put on the inside of my upper arm,
I'll get some pics of it up eventually.meh.
Well the picnic went awesome. Some of the other brothers were able to smuggle in to the park a couple of bottles (as the amusement/picnic park we were at didn't allow booze or outside beer, but we could buy their stuff at an extremely outrageous price (example- one pony keg of cheap budweiser piss beer they wanted 250 bucks for) and found that fireball whiskey and pepsi were a match made in heaven.
So yeah everything worked, and is going well, somewhat. for now.
These past couple of weeks have been draining on me, both physically and mentally. wahooooo. First thing to hit it off the draining was that I was responsible for helping to coordinate my masonic lodge's contribution to a joint picnic with another lodge. I got this as default, because the guy who was supposed to lead the committee and the de facto second in command bailed, leaving me to try to drum up raffle prizes and other things, which I have absolutely no experience in getting. Mix that with the other people who were supossed to help vanishing, I was mildly stressed.
Combine that with the Aurora shootings, which just made me mentally and emotionally exhausted. I lived out there for a year and a half, and my brother still does, infact, he lives less than a mile from the theater, and works about 5-6 blocks from the apartment that the madman lived in. If it wasn't for the fact that my brother had to work in the morning, it was quite possible that he could have been in that theater. None of the friends I had that lived out there were there, and my brother only had one friend there who just ended up with some of the shotgun pellets in their extremeties. Even though no one I knew was there it still kind of hurts. Aurora had an awesome sense of community and just general relaxation to it, and it husts to know that a place I called home, even for only that short amount of time could be hurting so bad.
Which led to a bit if random hilarity. All of it finally rose to the top and left me drained. I fell asleep when I got off thursday at around 10 in the morning and slept through until about 11PM. Well I missed the confirmation from my tattoo studio about my appointment on friday. The guy who left it said something along the lines in his voicemail "Call me back to confirm to keep your reservation." So yeah, I freaked a bit as I already had to wait an extra month to start it up. So I went to the studio about 20 minutes early (as my artist books the entire day for moi- ain't I special?) and talked with the counter girl who pretty much said, it was cool, and that I still had my appointment for the day. So as my artist was putting the stencils on my arm ( she had so many choices for the piece that I picked and chose what I wanted and she helped out, giving me some advice on what would look awesome etc) when this tweeker who mustn't had a shower in years, and was in the throes of a meth high walked in and started talking about wanting to get "Life is a Lie" in hebrew letters across her forehead. My artist to every question this tweeker asked replied with "No get out." it went on for like a solid 4 minutes before my artist finally threatened to call the cops if tweeky didn't leave. She left, to which my artist, the counter girl, and I all said after the door was closed "Fucking tweekers"
So yeah, two hours on the chair, I have about 95% of the outline for the lower part of my sleeve done. She's got an outline of a Kraken she wants to put on the inside of my upper arm,
I'll get some pics of it up eventually.meh.
Well the picnic went awesome. Some of the other brothers were able to smuggle in to the park a couple of bottles (as the amusement/picnic park we were at didn't allow booze or outside beer, but we could buy their stuff at an extremely outrageous price (example- one pony keg of cheap budweiser piss beer they wanted 250 bucks for) and found that fireball whiskey and pepsi were a match made in heaven.
So yeah everything worked, and is going well, somewhat. for now.
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