Well, Very eventful weekend. I Went to see my new niece who was born on friday. Then I drove to the paradise tattoo convention which was really awesome and fun.
On Sunday I was tortured/tattooed all day. Nick Moved to Texas, so we tried to finish my sleeve. So he tattooed me for 8 hours... and anyone who has been tattooed by Nick knows that he is a slave driver and takes like a 3 minute break every 4 hours haha. It looks totally awesome. Hurts a ton and my elbow is so tubby it jiggles when I walk. Strangely that makes me want to puke. I also an incredibly tired. Surprise ha. While I was being tattooed, I met the lovely sunshine Who was also getting tattooed and tortured for like 8 hours. She was super nice despite my surely pain-filled attitude.
Also.. while I was getting tattooed my Grandfather passed away. I'm sad.. but I don't think it's fully hit me yet. He was in so much pain.. I'm just glad that he's not anymore. I'll miss his crazy personality... but It jsut hasn't set in yet.