jonnythedamned

Took off yet another Friday to spend time with Lisa. I went out to Towson for some breakfast at the diner and then walked over to Starbucks for a white chocolate mocha and to read a book while I waited for the sun to come up. Lisa called saying that she was running late, so I chilled in Barnes & Noble for a good while, ended up putting damn near my entire leg to sleep while sitting Indian style on the floor. Lisa finally showed up and we walked through the mall for a bit. I was hoping to get a pair of skeleton gloves to replace the pair that I ruined, but the only ones I could find were made for people with dainty hands. We took the bus back to my neighborhood, grabbed a small bite to eat, and then headed back to my house to get a few things. I picked up a scarf since it was hella cold and also some of the artwork that I wanted to take down to Saints & Sinners for tattoo ideas. So we hop on the bus again (my fourth bus ride of the day and it was barely noon) heading down towards the Inner Harbor and then catch another bus down to Fells Point. I find out that Dwaine from Saints & Sinners is busy for the rest of the day, but I show him the artwork and explain the changes that I want to make to it and he tells me that he doesn't do appointments on Saturdays, but that he wasn't expecting anyone to come around two and that I should just stop by then. I was a little disappointed because I was really hoping to get the outline done. So Lisa and I head back to the bus stop, catch a bus to downtown, and then another back to my house (now we're up to eight bus rides). We chill in my room for a bit, listening to music and talking for a bit. We're supposed to head out to Sonar's club night, Taxlo, around nine, so we walk down to the local Mexican restaurant for margarittas and dinner. The food and service was good, and the margarittas were delicious. I am definitely going back there sometime soon. After dinner, we took yet another bus (that makes nine...) down to Sonar. We get in about half past nine and some of Lisa's friends were already there. I get introduced to a few people, but the only one whose name I remember is Gina because I've heard about her before. We chill on the couch for a while. I'm pretty bored at this point since Lisa and her friends are catching up and talking about people that I don't know and parties that I didn't attend. The music wasn't bad, but I'm just not that into a lot of hiphop and they didn't play hardly anything that I recognized. After a while, my friend Becki showed up and I was fucking excited to finally be able to talk to someone. A few small arguments and shoving matches broke out among some of the other patrons. Apparently, Sonar's security staff actually have to earn their money. Another friend of Lisa's, Cheryl, showed up later, already plastered even though she had big black X's on her hands. That didn't bother me, but the fact that she was fucking drunk and belligerent did. She was hardly there for five minutes before trying to stare down a couple and their friend, and then cursing at them whenever they made eye-contact with her. Later on she 'd flick her cigarette ashes on the couple or spit at them. People were trying to get her to calm down but that only made her worse. After a while, she was damn near comatose and besides being worried, I was thinking, "it's about fucking time that she shut the hell up." But, someone had to be worried. So Lisa and some of the other girls tried to wake her up and get her to the bathroom to make her throw up. There's some saying about letting sleeping dogs lie, which they had apparently not heard. Cheryl got pissed off, yet again, her belligerent attitude apparently reinvigorated by her little nap. More cursing and spitting ensued. Becki and I were just sitting back and joking around about how long it would be before Cheryl threw up on someone. I'm not exactly what happened next, but somehow Gina and Cheryl were cursing at each other and then Cheryl just started wailing on Gina. People tried to break it up and got hit or kicked in the confusion. But, more importantly, drinks were spilled, and that's just not cool (though, I had stopped drinking well before that point) One of Cheryl's friends pulled her outside, no small feat considering he was a lanky little thing and she's quite the big girl. About this time, security comes over and asks what happened. Little late, but hey, maybe he was busy with another fight, you never know. The couches are wet and Lisa accidently used my jacket to try and wipe up spilled drinks on the couch. My iPod was fine, so, no harm no foul. Becki and I decided to leave at that point, but Lisa convinced us to stay and check out the main room before we left. The main room was pretty crowded with dancers and Lisa and I lost track of Becki and the rest of our group. After looking around for everyone, Lisa and I decided to head outside and ran into Becki on the way out. Found Lisa's ride outside and apparently Cheryl and the guy who made her leave had both disappeared. Not sure what was going on, but I made sure that Lisa had a ride home before I left. Becki offered me a ride home and asked me to drive since I hadn't had anything to drink in a few hours. We sat outside of my house for a bit and talked before I decided to go inside and get some sleep. Lisa called me sometime and let me know that her ride left without her, but she found someone else to give her a ride. I told her to call me if that didn't work out and that I'd borrow my mom's van and pick her up and take her home.

Saturday morning was boring as hell. Nothing to eat in the house. I went to my bank to cash a check that I got for Christmas, came home and made a sandwich for brunch. Took a shower, got dressed, and headed out the door to get tattooed at Saints & Sinners. When I got there, Dwaine was asleep. They woke him up and he went out to have a cigarette. When he came back in, he said it would be about ten to fifteen minutes for him to get ready, so I waited. After a little while, the shop girl, whose name elludes me at the moment, came down and told me that he'd be a little while drawing the outline and that I should go grab a bite to eat. So, I walked up to Subway and grabbed half a veggie sub. Realized that I should've gone to Brick Oven Pizza instead. They hardly put any toppings on it and were just in an all-around bitchy mood. Definitely should've gone to B.O.P. and gotten a some jalapeno poppers and and some chicken tenders. Man, now I'm getting hungry. I head back to Saints & Sinners and the line drawing is sitting on the counter with the modifications that I wanted (giving the guy a mohawk). It was perfect! Dwaine took me upstairs, got set up and we were underway. Really cool guy. Talked about music, drinking, and bar fights for the next hour while he did the outline for my first tattoo. I really don't know how to describe the feeling of getting a tattoo. It wasn't pain-free, but getting my septum pierced was much more painful. All-in-all, it was more annoying than anything else. There were a bunch of painful spots, like the very top of my arm. Well, without further ado, my tattoo, a couple in love, sharing a bite to eat: