Monday, September 6, 2010

The end of April 2010 (Worcester, MA & Amsterdam, NY)

So April kept running at a busy pace after my perfect day. The next weekend involved lots of busy. There was a show that I went to with one of my new friends, and hung out for the first time with people who became more of my friends. My friend Lindsey inspired the line in the perfect days poem "when we learn to wait in anticipation for a delicious future" because for some reason up until that night we couldn't get together again to see one another, something always came up.
Lindsey was there for Shane's part of the show, and then Kelly was there for the second. Also I think the first time I spent any time hanging out with Dave and Greg. Dave and Greg are both musicians. Greg plays in a band called Nemes, but he also plays what I call sad Greg songs under "speaker for the dead" I know that term because I've read a lot of sci fi, and I asked him if it came from that. He told me why he named his band that, and it's a worthwile story, but you should e-mail him and ask if you want to know. http://www.speakerforthedead.tk or look up speaker for the dead on facebook.
Dave I had met and seen play before that night, but had only talked a little bit at the Dirty Gerund before that night, mostly to say a more elaborate version of "hey Liz I like your poem" & "hey Dave I like your song"
The song I like is really good though. I had told him it should be on the radio. You can judge for yourself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBAYWrSa8T0&p=F94901942EC6CC75&playnext=1&index=7
His other stuff is good too, but that's my favorite. He has a website too. http://www.davemagario.tk
That night we discussed cartoons and pop culture. It was fun.
Anyways from there I went home to get my tattoo. I took the train because things in my car had broken to the point where the cost to repair it was more than it was worth, so I sold it cheap to someone who just needed to get through another year while saving a new one, and I went to my hometown to pick up a car.

Now the train ride was pretty interesting. I didn't have a ticket right away, so i ended up getting one cheaper in Springfield just because they changed me the springfield price. I also learned that I could take the train from Worcester to Chicago if I wanted sometime. I may have to. It would be nice to go to Chicago and not have to drive.

Then I met Bill and his co-worker.

BillCo-worker. I forgot the co-worker's name, but not Bill, because he told me about meeting Joel Grey on the train, while he was on his way to Ohio to do a show of either Cabaret or Chicago. I can't remember which one. If you don't know who Joel Grey is he is a Broadway star, and father of Jennifer Grey the girl from dirty dancing.
I thought this was a cool story for a train ride.
My dad picked me up at the train station.
we got pizza and went back to visit my mom.
I actually got a pic of the mandala I had drawn them last Christmas.
My mom loved it because it was one of the first ones where I had colored in the whole page. You can barely see because of the picture color, but it is colored. all the way out.

I had a stop to make. I had written one of my old friends into one of my poems, and had to go read it to her in person. This is Sandy.
We used to do gymnastics together as little girls, and we were friends for various years growing up. She was my best friend at certain points in time, and a really good friend to have whenever.
We hadn't talked too much at length before I stopped by, but she would bump into my parents and chat a bit. She got married to a boy Chele and I used to watch swim in high school.
He wouldn't let me take his picture, but I got a picture of his spiderman pajamas.
I made Sandy a tour poster.
with gymnasts and basketballs, volleyballs, and other things. She said she wanted to see Boston and I offered both her a spot on a futon or air mattress in my little living room if they want any time she can give notice. I hope she comes sometime.

The next day my parents went to church or off somewhere, and I went to visit the Meineckes, and see how preperations for James' wedding was going.
according to his mom it was busy but a work in progress
she still was able to smile.
I also got a peak at the kayak Mr. Meinecke was making.
Mrs. Meinecke upon hearing about my tattoo adventure plans wanted to go with me, but I had some misinformation about where my tattoo artist was working, so she didn't get to. Instead Rachel stopped by. Rachel is James' sister
We went to my house to track down my tattoo artist by phone and talk about all sorts of things. :-). My parents were back so we had food with them and played dominoes while we waited for my appointment
because dominoes is what you play with parents.
My tattoo artist was also someone I wrote into my poem. I've known him since i was 13. His partner at the time was pregnant, and he's trying to save up to get his own shop. I figured for my first tattoo it would be nice if it was someone i knew and could trust a decent amount.
Cich did a good job, and if he gets his own place I will post a link. this was done at his house though, so find Jon Cichy on facebook if you live near Amsterdam Ny

He did a nice job. It says just breathe. A good reminder.
It didn't hurt too bad. It was kind of a test tattoo for a big one I want to get. But that will require more time, and I'll probably go with a local artist because I don't have the time to go back repeatedly to home, and won't want to travel after getting that much work.
It was an interesting homecoming, and I was glad the people I wrote into my poetry appreciated it.

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