tats! (etc.)

What makes an individual "edgy"? Is it a potty mouth? An American Apparel wardrobe or badass piercings? Reading Pitchfork on a regular basis?

I don't really know. Perhaps "edginess" is a state of mind.

But.....Dani King is just that much "edgier" these days because she got a tat! That's right folks, a bonafide tattoo (Pictures might come later).

Yesterday Lizzie O and I had quite the adventure in San Francisco. We woke up early to catch the Walnut Creek BART train to the Mission District where we waited around a while and in efforts to catch one MUNI bus that we believed to be the 33 Strayton, we missed the actual 33 Strayton going in the direction we needed to go. So we waited around, bought a disposible camera at the corner Walgreens, and basically looked really out of place while sketchy things were going on with the people behind us at the bus station. But alas, our MUNI bus arrived and we had one hell of a ride. The bus was delayed for a rediculous amount of time while a funneral procession fully equipted with 8 motorcyled cops paraded in front of us. Finally we moved on but the good old 33 Strayton MUNI bus took us up and up and up the hills of the city and it took a monster U-turn (quite impressive MUNI bus skills that driver did have). Eventually, we reached our stop: The infamous Haight Ashbury. By that time it was 12:04 and our tattoo appointment was at 1:00. So Lizzie O and I thought it a good idea to dink around the Haight street shops and such, maybe grab a light something to eat. So we stopped by a hippie vegan coffee shop (Coffee to the People) where we enjoyed bean and cheese wraps and lattes. I peed in a disgusting bathroom and was really grossed out. We ate nervously, sensing the impending doom of what we were about to experience (seriously, we were pretty freaked out). We thought shopping around would calm our nerves, but no. With each step our stomachs dropped six inches. We couldn't stand the anticipation any longer so we arrived for our appointment early. Mom's Body Shop on Haight was where the deed was done. "Danny Boy" was our artist.

80$ each and a nerve wraking hour or so later, Lizzie O and I had tattoos, people! I have the Greek word for peace "eirene" on my left foot, and Lizzie O has "good news" adorned on her left foot as well. Honestly, the experience was not as painful as I was expecting (though it did hurt, an acute sharp kind of hurt at some points). Overall, we are satisfied with the experience and we are enjoying our body art.

Lizzie O's visit to the Bay Area was successful/enjoyable for all parties involved. We spent a lot of money though while out shopping (that seems to be the main sorce of entertainment around here, that and eating delicious food). We played with Jack Jack, ate treats my mother prepared, watched an awesome documentary on haight ashbury/berkeley/sexual revolution/1960's on VH1 which was neato. Today we hung out on Telegraph Ave in Berekeley, went to vintage stores and each bought these awesome 1960s frocks.

Lizzie O has now departed to Reno, NV. Looking for things to occupy my time before leaving for Leavenworth, I am now creating Italian flashcards wth phrases such as Puo dirmi dov'e un buon ristorante? (Can you tell me where there is a good restaurant?) and Che tempo fa oggi? (What's the weather today?). My initial observation is that the italian language seems to be the perfect compromise between french and spanish. It sounds very very beautiful though and I'm excited to learn more and eventually use it!



Ciao! E stato un vero piacere! (Bye! It's been a real pleasure!)