Monday, January 16, 2006

Mi Vida Loca

dudes... WHAT a weekend. Seriously.

Thursday night was Tinderbox at St. Ex - it was super fun - I played mostly dancehall and hiphop, with a couple of alternative hits thrown in for good measure. The "703" crowd seemed to like it, and I ended up a bit early, which was nice considering it was a school night.

I dj'd Right Round UP! on Friday night - attendance was around 400, which was super, super good on 3 weeks notice. I had one mega snafu with a new CD version of "love will tear us apart" which pretty much stopped DEAD on me right after the drum beats about 20 seconds into the song. I got back on track pretty quickly, and was even able to play a different version of the song eventually, but that will no doubt be the subject of my nightmares for the next few weeks. Other than that, I only had a few bizarre moments with various different peeps, but that's par for the course, I guess. Setlist on that one to come.

Saturday Andy and I picked up our nephew for the weekend, and took him to the Monster Jam, a monster truck rally at the MCI center. It was a total surprise to the Neph, which was too fun, since nobody in the family even KIND OF let it spill to him. He was just as crazy excited as a 9-year-old boy watching gigantic trucks crush cars and doing wheelie contests could possibly be, and of course the post-contest interviews with the drivers made the noise bearable for Andy & I. Particularly the following quote, from the former female professional wrestler turned monster truck driver, Madusa, "you know, going from professional wrestling to monster trucks, I know I choosed right in my life". I swear to all that's holy, that is a direct quote. I have to say, considering we got home from the black cat around 4:00am, and were in bed by 5:00, up by 10:30, and at the MCI center by 2:00 - complete with raging hangovers - we did pretty well. Saturday night we spent the evening watching the Redskins game - my nephew's idea, not mine (what kind of Auntie would I be if I told my little budding Cal Ripken that I thought sports were stupid) and teaching Neph to juggle - which of course his coordinated little ass picked up in 4 hours.

Sunday Neph and I dropped Uncle off at work and headed back to his house, where I spent a chill afternoon with my in-laws. Yeah.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

So you wanna get a tattoo?

We went to the Richmond Tattoo Convention waaaaay back in November. Andy wanted to get a tattoo from Bugs, this total badassed french fellow who has a very painterly style. Initially, Andy's intention was to get a piece about the size of the bottom of a highball glass. Au contrair, mon freir!! I believe the entire process took about 5-6 hours, start to finish, which is pretty stellar when you check out the size of that sucker (and note that the "nipple" portion of the piece took a good solid 40 minutes...yikes)

Here are some pics to show you the process from beginning to end.

Here's what a tattoo looks like in the beginning, when it's just a stencil and pen - pre needles:

the lil' stars on Bugs' head were what Andy stared at for 5 + hours...

my fella in Bugs' booth - please note the oh-so-comfortable chairs

that hurts, by the way. A lot.

At this point, blackwork is pretty much done, rose is more or less done, mantis is 1/2 done:

believe it or not, this is not complete:

see all the pretty colors done outside of the flower and mantis? Now it's done. done and done.

If you'd like to see the masters behind our madness, here they are. Bugs and Miss Dee, who does the majority of our work (and whose husband, the incomparable tattoo artist Mike Dassen, is in the background makin' with the bunny ears...)

So yeah. That's all, folks!

fake pet pics

me n Mr. Nanners in my backyard at dinner

Monkey Stick, lurkin by the door

Nanners is psyched

I know it's been a long time...

So, let's see, what's happened since I last posted:

- um, the friggin' YEAR is different.
- My hair is totally blonde (and yes, I will post a photo when I'm not in my creepy "World's Coolest Aunt" sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants with no makeup and a big zit on my chin)
- It's gotten cold, then hot, then cold again (that's winter in DC for you...)

I think that's it. Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming...