With my thirty-last birthday looming, I’d originally decided on a television as a gift. [No prizes for guessing why.] My friends and family had all ageed to chip in, and Cute Neighbour has a client who distributes a top brand … so he said he can orgainse one for me, at almost cost price. Big screen flat screen TV here we come!
But then I was looking at pictures of Marilyn. A bit hard not to, as anyone who’s ever been to my
MM shrine house will attest to. For years I’ve wanted to have a Marilyn portait inked on my body. And for ages I’ve been putting it off, alsways choosing an alternate gift instead, and later regretting it.
Yesterday I went to see the tattoo artist and I showed him the potential designs I had in mind. He was blown away by my favourite and so as we both agreed on the same picture, I’ve made up my mind … in the first week of September, I’ll be sporting this on the top of my right arm and shoulder:
… But in the meantime, I didn’t just leave the studio with a promise to return for my four hour sitting; but I also braved a nose-piercing. I had one years ago, but took it out before a week was over because it was constantly painful. This one was sore for the four seconds the needle went through my nose, and absolutely no pain since then.
And it looks FABULOUS!
Whilst I was there I received a call from Cute Neighbour. He has never called me before, we only chat on Whatsapp. He told me to get my ass home ASAP as he was ‘thirsty’ … code word “for lets get into the Mother’s Milk.” I also later learned that he had unwanted visitors in the guise of teenage girls from the complex and he felt very uncomfortable having them in his home.
And so the two of us polished off a bottle of our bootleg. We sat outside on the fancy patio furniture, smoking, drinking, chatting and laughing. It was also the first time he’s come to visit me. I’m always knocking on his door, asking for coffee or to watch a movie on his big screen.
We went to the road house [playing music, loud – obviously] and got a burger to share [you don’t want to know where my 1/4 landed up …] and a burger for Star.
We then concocted another batch of Mother’s Milk … and drank all of that too. By 20h00 I was well and truly on my ear [pesky alcohol].
So with my stomach [and other organs] not being used to that much alcohol in one go; together with a few bites of a beef burger [bearing in mind I’ve been an enforced vegarian for most of the year … let’s just say, without TMI; that I didn’t know that salad didn’t digest in five hours.
Going for brunch just now with BFM; then hanging out with Cute Neighbour when he returns from golf. Music and movies as per usual, with the possibility of a pizza thrown in. We’re also going to KFC on Sunday morning for our final horrah with the R5 cappuccino’s. He said he’s often hung out in the KFC up the road in the hopes of seeing me there, but it turns out he’s been stalking the wrong branch!
After that we’re going to spend the day on the couch watching movies together; unless I have to work on Sunday afternnoon, in which case we’ll do the movies on Sunday night. He says the temperature is going to drop drastically tomorrow, so he suggested a sleep-over is in order.
Oh … and Ruth … I was given notice last night that Monday evening is Chinese … and we have to dress up in theme too. So you know pictures are forthcoming! We’ll be ordering sushi [Japanese, I know] and Chinese food, and then watching cheesy Chinese movies with sub-titles. The only rule is that we’re not permitted to hire an outift, and we have to use our imagination with what we have in our closets.
Other than that, it’s sleep, sleep and more sleep.