The Tattoo Attorney is back in town. We had a great evening of sparkling wine and shrimp tacos. He has great stories. He knows people. Like the guy who owns a huge olive company (ones I eat). He remembers things about me, though. Like where I went to high school. Sweet, sweet man.
He wanted to hang out again tonight. I have bronchitis. I have had it for 2 weeks I think. And with his urging, I finally went and got meds – waiting on those now. Sigh….
I left him early and met up with Tattoo Exec at the underground bar. Where I proceeded to so thoroughly offend his friend the guy left without saying goodbye to anyone.
I got home late. I slept like shit. I am tired.
But I may see the attorney again tonight.
And I have Solar guy tomorrow.
And a new one that I was going to see Sunday but he does not want cooties.
So, time to get all the cooties taken care of!