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I'm still waiting for Kate to add to my Detroit blog.
Friday, I went with Joy to some sale a LA Eyeworks and to the Ventura Tattoo Convention. It was supposed to be the world's largest. I'm sort of in the market for a new tattoo. I know what I want. It should look like this: this or this but way bigger and on my leg and the fringe should be more like this lady's hair . So we went to look at people and find a respectable skin artist.
It was like an hour away. Once we got there we got lost on either side of a stop to get milkshakes: one vanilla and one chocolate. I didnt' have the vanilla. We got there and some lady said it was five dollars to park so we said we were goign to the train station and she waved us in with frustration. There was tons of horrible music. It sounded like everything you never wanted to hear. There was tons of people in black teeshirts. Most of the tattoos were horrible and the people doing them weren't too much better. Our favorite spot was the sticker booth that had saying like "Drink my piss!" I seriously wanted the "I see dead people" one but it was too glittery. Also they were too small to actually stick on a bumper. Just big enough to get beaten up over. Also, there was this video station that was called "Drink, fight, kfuc" whatever that mans. There were a bunch of overweight Latinos on the screen tearing each other to bits with their shirts off. It looked like they were fighting in some closed off street. It drew a sizable crowd.
So I found a booth with some decent work and it turns out his shop is just down the street on Pico. He was funny and plugged his nose when I showed him my skin graft scars on my leg. We asked him about the guy a few booths down who had a gigantic star shaped implant on his forehead. It was about the size of big jello jiggler. For some reason, this showed up when I searched Jello. He also had spikes coming out of the top of his head. He basically looked like he got impaled with a coat hanger or two.
Saturday, I rode my bike in Riverside at Sycaamore Canyon. After that I stuck my car in the Ralph's parking lot. I got a sandwich and biked over to the Riverside Community College marching band festival. Ayala was ridiculously good as was Fountain Valley.
Kate was online and told me ran into some RISD furniture people. HI RAINY!!!!
I'm still waiting for Kate to add to my Detroit blog.
Friday, I went with Joy to some sale a LA Eyeworks and to the Ventura Tattoo Convention. It was supposed to be the world's largest. I'm sort of in the market for a new tattoo. I know what I want. It should look like this: this or this but way bigger and on my leg and the fringe should be more like this lady's hair . So we went to look at people and find a respectable skin artist.
It was like an hour away. Once we got there we got lost on either side of a stop to get milkshakes: one vanilla and one chocolate. I didnt' have the vanilla. We got there and some lady said it was five dollars to park so we said we were goign to the train station and she waved us in with frustration. There was tons of horrible music. It sounded like everything you never wanted to hear. There was tons of people in black teeshirts. Most of the tattoos were horrible and the people doing them weren't too much better. Our favorite spot was the sticker booth that had saying like "Drink my piss!" I seriously wanted the "I see dead people" one but it was too glittery. Also they were too small to actually stick on a bumper. Just big enough to get beaten up over. Also, there was this video station that was called "Drink, fight, kfuc" whatever that mans. There were a bunch of overweight Latinos on the screen tearing each other to bits with their shirts off. It looked like they were fighting in some closed off street. It drew a sizable crowd.
So I found a booth with some decent work and it turns out his shop is just down the street on Pico. He was funny and plugged his nose when I showed him my skin graft scars on my leg. We asked him about the guy a few booths down who had a gigantic star shaped implant on his forehead. It was about the size of big jello jiggler. For some reason, this showed up when I searched Jello. He also had spikes coming out of the top of his head. He basically looked like he got impaled with a coat hanger or two.
Saturday, I rode my bike in Riverside at Sycaamore Canyon. After that I stuck my car in the Ralph's parking lot. I got a sandwich and biked over to the Riverside Community College marching band festival. Ayala was ridiculously good as was Fountain Valley.
Kate was online and told me ran into some RISD furniture people. HI RAINY!!!!
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