all grow'd up
My thirtieth turned out pretty darn good. Spent a weekend with friends and family back home in NYC, a choice selection of people. Then the weekend after, I spent it with the crew here in SF, all planned out by the boyfriend. All in all I think I ushered into a new age bracket with flying colors I'd say. But dang... I can't hang like the kids anymore.
I made an appointment for my outline session for next Sunday. I've finally decided on what to get for my next tattoo. I consider this a birthday present for myself having survived for thirty years. It will be a half sleeve of peonies over turbulent waves. I know right? How fuckin' Chinese am I? Anyway, since I plan on getting both arms inked, I figured one arm can be the more yin and the other more yang (the other arm will be a sea dragon weaving through the ocean). I think the balance might be nice, one feminine the other masculine. I've considered being more post-post modern with it and get something cheeky and witty, but it hurt my brain to get that deep, so I kept it simple and go with my roots, traditional Chinese symbolism. At least if the parentals find out about it, I can say "it's at least Chinese! and not skull and crossbones or the devil or mickey mouse."
The second session will be backgrounds, and subsequently the third will be coloring in. The whole process will supposedly take up to two months to complete, given the two weeks of heal time between each session. This certainly will cost me a good chunk of change, but hey, it's totally worth it, I didn't even think twice. I'll try my best to catalog the process and document every incremental step with photos. If she does a good job with this one, I might consider her for my sea dragon too. We'll see.
The boyfriend is out drinking with the girls after a day in the sun for their highschool friend's wedding. So I'm home alone tonight. Laying around waiting for a friend to come online. He'd just broken up with his boyfriend, and I'm hoping I can be of some comfort. Relationships are a funny thing, I've been heartbroken so many times that you'd think I'm used to them by now, but somehow a friend's break up can still stir up so much pent up emotions. Funny thing, this empathy. I can say all sorts of feel good, logical, run of the mill consolations to help make sense of it all, but it's hard to swallow still. I hope he'll recover quickly and be back on his game. The livelihood of my friends and family matter a lot to me, some times more than my own.
But... things are just taking their places in time. Everything is gonna be alright. We'll all get it in the end.
I made an appointment for my outline session for next Sunday. I've finally decided on what to get for my next tattoo. I consider this a birthday present for myself having survived for thirty years. It will be a half sleeve of peonies over turbulent waves. I know right? How fuckin' Chinese am I? Anyway, since I plan on getting both arms inked, I figured one arm can be the more yin and the other more yang (the other arm will be a sea dragon weaving through the ocean). I think the balance might be nice, one feminine the other masculine. I've considered being more post-post modern with it and get something cheeky and witty, but it hurt my brain to get that deep, so I kept it simple and go with my roots, traditional Chinese symbolism. At least if the parentals find out about it, I can say "it's at least Chinese! and not skull and crossbones or the devil or mickey mouse."
The second session will be backgrounds, and subsequently the third will be coloring in. The whole process will supposedly take up to two months to complete, given the two weeks of heal time between each session. This certainly will cost me a good chunk of change, but hey, it's totally worth it, I didn't even think twice. I'll try my best to catalog the process and document every incremental step with photos. If she does a good job with this one, I might consider her for my sea dragon too. We'll see.
The boyfriend is out drinking with the girls after a day in the sun for their highschool friend's wedding. So I'm home alone tonight. Laying around waiting for a friend to come online. He'd just broken up with his boyfriend, and I'm hoping I can be of some comfort. Relationships are a funny thing, I've been heartbroken so many times that you'd think I'm used to them by now, but somehow a friend's break up can still stir up so much pent up emotions. Funny thing, this empathy. I can say all sorts of feel good, logical, run of the mill consolations to help make sense of it all, but it's hard to swallow still. I hope he'll recover quickly and be back on his game. The livelihood of my friends and family matter a lot to me, some times more than my own.
But... things are just taking their places in time. Everything is gonna be alright. We'll all get it in the end.
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