hey everyone, let's complain about the new SG layout! what a total asshole, that layout! now i have to click a few more times and i don't know where my dumb pictures are AND IT'S RUINED MY LIFE FOREVER!
christ. it's just a layout, you whinebags. deal with it.
anyway. i just got back from the forged in ink convention. it was pretty much the dumbest experience ever. i'll tell you a story, list-style.
-got 3 hours of sleep the night before i left, and 2 the night before that.... due to maniacal banner painting and last minute packing of shit. my own fault, i know.
-after BARELY making it to the airport on time (7:30), it turns out my flight from portland is delayed like an hour. whatevs. no big.
-due to my portland flight being delayed, i just missed my scheduled continuing flight on my layover in chicago and had to re-book for the next scheduled time a few hours ahead. shitty, but, whatever.
- THAT flight gets delayed too. at first just 30 minutes, and continually adding time onto it at random times eventually brought it to an hour and a half after the flight was scheduled. on top of the extra three hours i had to wait anyway. cool.
-i finally land in philadelphia at a little before nine (it took all day for a 5 hour flight), grab my luggage, and hop on the train to the bus station... to catch the last bus to reading (where the convention was). this is also where i notice that i left my sweatshirt, the only warm garment i brought, in chicago... and philly is fucking freezing. RAD.
-i arrive at the bus station at 9:30 pm. the last bus to reading had left at 9:20. AWESOME. SO CONVENIENT. i buy a ticket for the next scheduled bus (8:30am), find a shitty hotel, and at least get a little sleep. i also ate falafel at this point, which was the only good part of my day.
-woke up early, went down to the bus station to catch my ride.... aaaand THE FUCKING BUS BROKE DOWN. so i had to wait, yet again, for the next scheduled departure at 10:15. i'm already thinking "this is going to be a disaster." i hate arriving late.
-caught the next bus, made it to reading after a few hours, with just barely enough time to set up my shit before my appointment at 2.
-turns out this convention not only ALLOWS smoking inside, it actually encourages it. there's a fucking cigar booth at the convention! yay! health risks for everyone, even if you don't want them! so i end up having to breathe death smog all weekend.
-my booth partner never shows up. he got in touch with me later on and had legit reasons for not being there, so that was fine. but at the time i'm like "awesome. stuck in the middle of freezing turdhole emphysemaville PA, by myself, and i don't know anyone here at all. this day is kicking ass."
-the rest of friday was uneventful, except my later appointment ended up being an hour and a half late, and we had to cut it short and schedule time to finish the next day. which hurts the client pretty bad.
- saturday was better. tattooed a friend who let me borrow his sweartshirt, did some neck tattoos, finally found some substantial vegan food (the first since falafel two days before), and finished the tattoo from the day before. yay.
the dog's name is root beer. this was the girls first tattoo... 4 hours, and over 2 days too. pretty tough.
- continuing on...my sunday appointment never shows up. she also got in touch with me later and had a legit reason, but at the time i didn't hear from her at all and i start my day off all pissed and grumpy and it sucked. and since it was easter sunday, like NOBODY came to the convention. there was 6 people walking around at most. tuuuuuuuurd.
-the one positive experience sunday... i made friends with the artist next to me and she had me tattoo a bunny on her leg. she was really nice and her and her friends were pretty much the one redeeming part of the whole thing.
yes, that's next to a joe capobianco tattoo. sounds like my style... perpetually next to famous.
-monday i went home and was so happy to be back in portland. what a wonderful place this is. i'm sorry for leaving you, oregon. never again.
here's some thing i did before i left on this retarded trip. i never get to do this stuff anymore and i kinda miss it. key word: "kinda"
that's all i got for now, folks.
christ. it's just a layout, you whinebags. deal with it.
anyway. i just got back from the forged in ink convention. it was pretty much the dumbest experience ever. i'll tell you a story, list-style.
-got 3 hours of sleep the night before i left, and 2 the night before that.... due to maniacal banner painting and last minute packing of shit. my own fault, i know.
-after BARELY making it to the airport on time (7:30), it turns out my flight from portland is delayed like an hour. whatevs. no big.
-due to my portland flight being delayed, i just missed my scheduled continuing flight on my layover in chicago and had to re-book for the next scheduled time a few hours ahead. shitty, but, whatever.
- THAT flight gets delayed too. at first just 30 minutes, and continually adding time onto it at random times eventually brought it to an hour and a half after the flight was scheduled. on top of the extra three hours i had to wait anyway. cool.
-i finally land in philadelphia at a little before nine (it took all day for a 5 hour flight), grab my luggage, and hop on the train to the bus station... to catch the last bus to reading (where the convention was). this is also where i notice that i left my sweatshirt, the only warm garment i brought, in chicago... and philly is fucking freezing. RAD.
-i arrive at the bus station at 9:30 pm. the last bus to reading had left at 9:20. AWESOME. SO CONVENIENT. i buy a ticket for the next scheduled bus (8:30am), find a shitty hotel, and at least get a little sleep. i also ate falafel at this point, which was the only good part of my day.
-woke up early, went down to the bus station to catch my ride.... aaaand THE FUCKING BUS BROKE DOWN. so i had to wait, yet again, for the next scheduled departure at 10:15. i'm already thinking "this is going to be a disaster." i hate arriving late.
-caught the next bus, made it to reading after a few hours, with just barely enough time to set up my shit before my appointment at 2.
-turns out this convention not only ALLOWS smoking inside, it actually encourages it. there's a fucking cigar booth at the convention! yay! health risks for everyone, even if you don't want them! so i end up having to breathe death smog all weekend.
-my booth partner never shows up. he got in touch with me later on and had legit reasons for not being there, so that was fine. but at the time i'm like "awesome. stuck in the middle of freezing turdhole emphysemaville PA, by myself, and i don't know anyone here at all. this day is kicking ass."
-the rest of friday was uneventful, except my later appointment ended up being an hour and a half late, and we had to cut it short and schedule time to finish the next day. which hurts the client pretty bad.
- saturday was better. tattooed a friend who let me borrow his sweartshirt, did some neck tattoos, finally found some substantial vegan food (the first since falafel two days before), and finished the tattoo from the day before. yay.
the dog's name is root beer. this was the girls first tattoo... 4 hours, and over 2 days too. pretty tough.
- continuing on...my sunday appointment never shows up. she also got in touch with me later and had a legit reason, but at the time i didn't hear from her at all and i start my day off all pissed and grumpy and it sucked. and since it was easter sunday, like NOBODY came to the convention. there was 6 people walking around at most. tuuuuuuuurd.
-the one positive experience sunday... i made friends with the artist next to me and she had me tattoo a bunny on her leg. she was really nice and her and her friends were pretty much the one redeeming part of the whole thing.
yes, that's next to a joe capobianco tattoo. sounds like my style... perpetually next to famous.
-monday i went home and was so happy to be back in portland. what a wonderful place this is. i'm sorry for leaving you, oregon. never again.
here's some thing i did before i left on this retarded trip. i never get to do this stuff anymore and i kinda miss it. key word: "kinda"
that's all i got for now, folks.
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