magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Left work mid-day to meet Marie for lunch, and a drink, and accompanied her to the tattoo parlour, where she was getting her Arabic calligraphy tattoos (a drunken, impulsive, eighteen year old's decision) covered up with designs that I had done for her. When she asked me if I would design her new tattoos, the only direction that she gave was:

• only black ink
• somewhat smallish, not taking up my whole arm
• not too fem or butch
• not too complex
• no words, and if you need something to work off of, shrubbery is probably the only word I would really want to live with

I think that I came up with something nice. The tattoo artist, Stephanie, who also did my paisleys, said it was one of the more creative uses of a black cover-up box that she had seen. And Marie seemed to be happy with them. Sonali has also asked me to design her a tattoo, for which I have a couple of ideas, but I definitely feel like I need to really design one of my own too, since both of mine, although unique, are basically found designs.

I went back to work afterwards. A drink at the bar downstairs with yet another person leaving PDG for a [better] position elsewhere. Then out to dinner with Chris. And an early Friday night, to make as much of a dent in cleaning my apartment as possible before heading out of town tomorrow morning.