Ba-Dahhh!!!

This is going to be a post about...I dunno! About 99% of my Xmas shopping is done, I just have to wrap the sonsabitches. I like wrapping gifts! I especially enjoy wrapping gifts in evil, maniacal ways. I recall this one year, I had acquired a pantyhose 'egg,' put money in it, and filled it with water. I then placed it in the freezer overnight, and it was rock solid the next morning. Mind you, those things aren't small like the little easter eggs, and would certainly cause a critical head injury if it were to be hurled at someone. I wrapped my frozen gift in aluminum foil, placed it in a box, and wrapped it neatly. I think my only mistake was that my receiver's birthday fell in a summer month, so my evil intentions were spoiled when my gift was tossed into the sun-warmed pool to melt.
One year, I received the gift of money, except it was buried deep inside a metal tin filled with baked beans. I think I enjoyed fishing the money out more than I enjoyed getting money. It's nice to know my friends would go to great lengths in order for me to 'work' for my gift, hee hee!!

So yea, seriously, there isn't much going on. I tattooed some chickens today, which made me sport a big stupid, crooked face all day today. This client was a repeat client who braved the traffic to get tattooed. Mucho propos. I had another repeat client come in for a consutlation, and we are starting a new sleeve on his other arm. His other sleeve is nearly complete, which would explain his eagerness to get started on the other side. He's a very fun person and the room tends to fill up with a thick cloud of silliness whenever we're in there for more than 2 minutes. It will be good times.
Hmm, Vat-else...Tattooing Ryan tomorrow, which will be fun. Hopefully he'll have a few good days off to chill and let his tatties heal for a spell. Landon is up next, whenever he decides on his day of doooooom.

Tonite was my Dad's company Christmas party, in which we have officially been turned into legends. My parents have this little shindig at the Williamsburg Inn in B-more, and this place is a really big-to-do kinda place. Leave it to the Sanders' kids to liven up the decrepit, listless graveyard of a restaurant. Last year ended up in a butter battle, dinner-roll rumble, fork-flinging contest. What started off as a recreational sibling squabble ended up with about 25 people engaging in an eventful food-war. Immaturity at its best. I don't know how it happened, well, I take that back...an open bar happened, and that's how you get 25 people who are ages 22-60(mostly people 30+) years old involved in such ridculous grade-school feats. EVERYONE had thrown at least one thing at another person during the party. It was truly a sight to behold.

This year was a little more toned down, only a few butters made their destined flight across the room. My mom was a little more conservative this year, with mostly my brother, my dad's employee Don, my brother's girlfriend, my dad, myself and my oldest brother engaging in the silliness. Our waitress had made mention that her peers fore-warned her about possible food-fight festivites, and I guess she was kinda disappointed with the outcome this year. None-the-less, it was a great time with good people. You know a party is good when people have to forewarn the outsiders.

In other news, I finished my sketch, posted it up for critque, and I'm ready to send this bad boy to the press. I'd like to do a series of related sketches, and possibly explore the margin barrier. I have another painting in the works, in conjunction with all the custom drawings I have been working on. I've forgotten how good it feels to be an art junky. There have been times where I couldn't stop thinking about a project I was working on. I know that's the best thing I got out of MICA. I'm sooooo sensitive to the energies around me, especially being at MICA, and I could not wait to get started on a painting or collage. I did some of my best work in that environment, despite being so overwhelmed. The worst was when I'd come home dismayed by my elusive roommate. When I did see her, she was a total wreck. I'd try to talk to her, and she would be hysterical about this boy she was dating, or she would be completely avoidant/antisocial (in a bad way) because of that boy. I felt terrible for her in those times, but I was cranky about the whole situation as well. She had an emotional breakdown and disappeared. I hope that she is doing well now. She left MICA after that, and I don't think she went back.

I've forgotten a lot of minor details and annoyances about living in Baltimore, but I do miss my creepy-ass apartment (what it was rather than actually living there), the walk to and from school, the silly homeless guy, the REALLLY silly homeless guy, and being able to walk to Utrecht and Rite-Aid at 3am. I also miss having friends that lived right around the corner, and the Paper Moon Diner. Oh, and how could I forget that jelly donut smell that lingered on the corner of 30th and Barclay. Mmmm, jelly donut.

Welp, I guess that's enough ramblings for tonite. There was a quote I thought about while I was driving the other day, and it has momentarily slipped my mind. I guess it was destined for another day. That's all! G'nite!