Love of Mine, Someday You Will Die, But I'll Be Close Behind...

velas

This weekend was a blur. It was hurry up and clean and not get enough done, pick up my sister at the airport, go to the pirate show, visit my mom for a blink and you'd miss it minute, got ready for my uncle's wedding, speed to Long Beach and hit the best bumpy road ever, socialize with people (saw my dad's best friend), had a good time with my cousins, hurry up to wait for a tattoo artist that didn't show up, walk around the beach with mom's family and ran with Jazz and then crashed. Too fast I say.

But first things first, the pirate show was fanfrickingtastic. Cheesy? Yes. But hilarious. But people were really excited about it- I mean people came in with their own eye patches and hats and everything. Think Medieval Times with pirates- the story line was lame- but pirates are just kickass like that. It might just be best while a little tipsy. In fact I am sure of it.

As for the tattoo, I have an appointment for Thursday night. By myself and at first I was a little apprehensive. But its all good now- I can handle this mess. I forget that I like the tattooing process.