Unrelated, I’ve recently discovered Leonid Afremov’s paintings (noisy site) and I am totally digging them. Maybe I will get a print to replace the hula hoop in the living room when I get a new couch.

I don’t know how well I would fit in the group. Most of the kings look younger than me and have their cute little queer friends cheering them on. And they look very convincing. I’m guessing they look very convincing off stage as well. The MC referred to some of the kings as trans men. And I’m nowhere near trans. I just want to put a little bend in my gender. I know I wil go back and forth and make up a ton of excuses to do it and not do it before the show. Good thing it’s a month away and I have time for all of this.

I saw a friend from high school, too(at a bar, not the show). It’s nice reconnecting with people. I’m always all blah blah stability so maybe having a little of my past around will help and it will remind me that my entire past was not scary. There was a lot of good that unfortunately doesn’t stick like the trauma does.

Saturday I went to a friend’s wedding reception. There were over 500 guests, 3 dress changes, tons of awesome food, singers and MC’s. I didn’t see the bride and groom sit down for more than 5 minutes at a time. But the most impressive thing was the couple. They’ve been together since junior high. Now they’re in grad school, finally getting married. That’s some make you believe in true love stuff right there.

The past couple days have been like a weekend to me because the boy and I left town, gambled, saw Chuck Berry and I got inked.

The casino-whatever it’s a casino.

Chuck Berry- Chuck Berry is 81 years old and wears shiny shirts and plays small clubs at 10pm. That alone is pretty rockin. His son is his guitarist and tries to keep his dad on task. Sometimes during a guitar solo Chuck forgets what song he is playing and either turns around to ask his son which song he was playing or just goes into another song. It’s like getting twice as many songs! Chuck likes the ladies, he invited all of the women in the audience to come on stage and dance with him for the very last song. After being crushed by the flock of women on the stage, his roadie helped him back to the front of the stage so he could forget the words to another song. He also likes his lawyer and he pointed him out during the show. I guess that’s good advertising for the lawyer. And he likes Obama. At one point he rambled this gem “Ram..know what rhymes with ram? (confused look from son) Bam! Bam! How about that Barack Obama?” We cheered.

Tattoo-The day after the show I got up bright and early for my 9am tattoo appointment. I can’t complain too much, the artist was booked for months and was cool by coming in early to see me. He did a fantastically detailed outline and I’m going back in a couple months for the fill in. I’m not sure if it’s because my other tattoos are small or if it’s because they have no outlines but this tattoo hurt a lot worse than the others. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe as he made tiny lines over my spine. The outline took 2 hours, the fill in will take 4 hours. I have 2 months to learn how to meditate. And I have 2 months to start losing some serious weight so I can show off this tattoo.
V-Day- Oh god, I’m so damn gooey with the boy. It’s kind of sick. I made him a card and got him some cutesy presents. He surprised me with a big box of Vosge truffles. I loves me some fancy chocolate.

I’m going cross eyed looking at pictures of fractals, Julia and Mandelbrot sets, trying to determine if they are too complex to be inked onto my body. I know people will ask why a fractal since I am horrible with numbers. My official reason is “because science is beautiful.” Which in a way also says “take that, Jesus!”

Have you been keeping up on the latest MySpace security breach? 17gb of private pictures leaked. Goons are already sorting through the pictures and posting the interesting pics. I think I’m too old and too clothed for my pics to be posted.