so much to say, so much to say

So a few things.

1) The Gossip
2) Tattooing
3) My frickin' libido
4) Etc.

1) So The Gossip rocked my jock. Me n the darling Carly (a.k.a. french movie star of the 1920's) had a relatively uneventful drive down. Except the part where she had to get sick on the side of the road and when she opened the door our toll ticket flew away. But really, there was so reason to worry. We were two very laid back kids. There was a tiny bit o' confusion direction-wise when we got there and also as we left, but otherwise the trip was super easy.

One should always assume that indie bands are going to be arriving on the stage at least an hour after they are scheduled to. We got to The Fire right at 6pm, stood around in the tiny garage-turned-den looking room, and watched the indie kids, well, be indie kids, an action that doesn't involve a whole lot of movement really, just existing with shaggy black hair and nursing a constant cigarette.

Carly went to the bathroom to get sick (poor dear) and came out feeling rather well. I got a compliment on the jacket I DIY'ed to say "The Gossip" on the back. We wondered about the tiny tiny stage and whether an actual band would be able to squeeze onto it. Then the Young People, a really avant garde (read: hard to rock out to) band came on. I enjoyed them... it was an experience; the singer kept playing switcheroo with the instruments but she was always the singer. She started on drums, did some guitar, and did this weird violin thing where she didn't actually play it, just scratched at it for ... effect? She sounded very much like Erin McKeown (sp?) and was rather pretty, but overall, not a good band for rocking out.

Near the end of their set, I spotted Beth Ditto standing at the back of the room. She smiled at me and kinda ducked, probably not wanting to draw too much attention. Then it was time for her to take the stage with the rest of her rockin' band. Oh my god, they're all so snazzy. Beth has lost a lot a good bit of weight since I last saw her, which makes me sad for some reason. Anyhow, she was gorgeous, and hand on this shirt that said, "No Glove, No Love." Rock on with your safe sex on, darling.

She had just woken up from a nap but launched right into things... the cutest sight was this slim little gay boy with a skin-tight hot pink Ramones T-shirt, tight jeans and a septum piercing. The crowd was kinda dull, and him and I ended up being the only two who really danced. I'm not talkin' about bobbin' your head and swaying side to side... I mean, *dancing*.

It was a short set, sadly, but afterwards Beth signed my jacket and then I bought a t-shirt. The Gossip = love, now and always.

2) Yesterday Shan went with me to see a man about a tattoo. Imperial Tattoo, in Bethlehem, is about a 15-20 minute drive from here and they were at the Philly Tattoo Convention. Today I went in to see a drawing this guy Bob did recently of a swallow that he thought would be right up my alley. I pointed out a few modifications when I got there, but honestly, it's a really fabulous piece that would be all spectacular and traditional.

After going back and forth with myself on the subject of placement (in fact, I'm stil having some indecisive reverberations in my head), I decided to go with upper right arm. I talked to my Dad about it the other day, and he was suggesting all sorts of places, but really it was only ever between two on the chest or one on my upper right arm. In the long run, I'm going with this because I'd like to be able to control whether people see my tattoo or not during special functions, and I'm such a cleavage kinda girl that it would be hard to keep them from showing in any sort of gown.

Hmm. I'm trying really hard not to be a slave to the mainstream. But then again, upper arms show a lot in dresses, too. I guess what I'm most worried about is telling my mom. Because I'm probably getting this done on Thursday. So. Yeah.

3) God I'm a horny girl. Like... 24/7. Whenever it's been a while since I've had sex, I get this constant deep tickle/ache... like, in my cervix. And it fucking needs to be worked out. Haa. It's gotten to the point that the mild vibrations from my car seat when I'm driving make me squirm. ::sigh:: Yeah, it's THAT bad.

4) Oh, and lastly, Bear (of Ex Post Papa fame) is mostly likely coming to Cedar Crest at the end of March. YAY! I've told everyone that I'm going to offer myself to him... because, yowza.

And that's really all there is, kids. ::kisses::

afterthought

I'm going to call my Dad and see what he thinks about tattoo placement. Because I KNOW my mom will freak out, but I already had some of this conversation with my Dad and I value his opinion. Hmm.