I finally made it to the Tattoo Convention this year. I rode to SLC with Star and Mitch; we met Jerry and Mandy there. Before we hit the Salt Palace, we lunched at the Market Street Grill. Don't quite know what I expected, but the convention wasn't as exciting as I thought it might be. Some really good work to see, and some really crappy work. If I were to get ink, I'd get a raven, a rat, a bee (gigantisized) or an elephant. I'd probably end up looking like a menagerie of some sort.
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i like the raven idea. don't much like tattoos myself. i feel like passing out when there are needles. so.
I figured you for more of a "Hello Kitty" person . . .
Hello Kitty....haha. I can see a rat maybe...but lets be honest, you wouldn't get any. ;)
Hmmm...I think I'll get a tatoo, everyone else is doing it.
I've always figured that's what I was missing in life.
Maybe a flaming scull or something.
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