what a day

my friday was pretty intense. it shall henceforth be referred to as d-day. here's a recap.

the divorce

lucky me, i have a wonderful friend who accompanied me to my divorce hearing at 8 am in fort worth. thanks, lauren! i would have cried for sure had she not been there. we arrived not a minute too soon. just as we were walking up to the building i called keaton and told him we were stuck in traffic in dallas. just a little divorce court humor. why do i do stuff like this? when under stress, i make jokes constantly. we met up with keaton downstairs. he has long hair again, and was wearing a suit. he made fun of my haircut and i made fun of his. we waited in court for our turn. it was sad. there were other cases involving child visitation and child support, and it was hard to watch knowing that these are people in real pain. we got off easy. courtroom furniture is ominous. i wanted to pour myself a glass of water from the shiny metal carafe on the table but i didn't dare. keaton reminded me about proper courtroom behavior, and i responded with sass. typical. we parted ways abruptly on the street and it was awkward to say the least. lauren and i made it to mickey d's for a mcgriddle breakfast and tried to forget about the early morning task. i'm really good at denial, but sometimes reality is a ninja, and sneaks up on you anyway.

the tattoo

i got a tattoo! a wise man once explained to me that he never regretted his tattoos because they were like a roadmap of his life. that's what he wanted right then, and it takes you back to that point in your life. i like that. so what better time to get a tattoo than to coincide with a life-changing event like a divorce. indeed. i must say, i was a brave little soldier in the tattoo place. we went to hold fast, and man, i would totally recommend this place. i had heard about it from several people whose opinions i value, and they also won the dallas observer best of dallas award for best skin art. which is good i guess. i kinda wanted to move in. it was decorated so cool! imanine an antique scuba helmet just lying around, day of the dead art galore, a picture of jesus wearing hipster glasses, and a huge stack of taschen design books. i knew i was in good company. and actually, i ran into a gal that i know. we had gone to high school together and we had a friend or two in common. she's a piercer there or i would have had her do my tat. it was nice to see a friendly, familiar face when you're about to be scarred for life. like i said, i was brave, i didn't cry or squirm or freak out. i even boldly declared that it didn't hurt. it was over pretty fast. i am totally fascinated with the process. i wanted to dig through my guy's art bin soooo bad. maybe next time. i told him what was in my art bin. (drafting tape, paints, glue, matte medium, a hole punch, and an exacto knife) do you have an art bin? what's in it?

the first person i got to show my tattoo was lauren's five year old babysitting charge. and i quote, "that's a good tattoo!" a few seconds later she told me that indians don't like to be called indians, and i should remember to call them native americans. i love kids.

there was an incident a few hours later. i was totally fine until i got stoned. i freaked out. i kept saying, "i can't believe i got a tattoo!" and "it's here forever. for-ev-er. ever, ever, ever." i wouldn't exactly call it regret, but more like panic. luckily lauren was there to talk me down. word to the wise, don't get stoned right after you get your first tattoo. it was unpleasant.

the night

i can't drink anymore. i just don't want to. i haven't been drunk in weeks. it's weird. so we went out friday night and had a few drinks. started at lee harvey's where everyone stared at us. we were dressed a little strange, to be fair. someone pointed to lauren and said, "hey look, amy winehouse!" and a whole table turned to stare. who are these people? squares. so we headed to fallout, where freaks are welcome and free from gawkers. what a night at fallout. geez. crazy people, crazy music, crazy dancing. we just sat and watched though. sober and not so energetic. it was amazing people-watching though. highly entertaining. we grabbed late night food at expo park next door and headed for home around 3. the time is important because this means that the parking lot was empty when we left. and thank god. because i fell on my face.
yellow wobbly shoes + gravel = faceplant
grrrrr. the right side of my body was covered in dirt and gravel marks. luckily, no one saw. sarah laughed. i would have laughed if it didn't hurt. and if i wasn't stone cold sober.

so, friday was a pretty rough day.