||[Oct. 14th, 2013|02:14 pm]
I feel like I haven't worked for months. Such a strange feeling to completely, 100% disconnect yourself from your job for over a week. I've never done that before, and it really helped me to hit the reset button. While I don't yet feel refreshed, I don't hate the idea of working right now, if that makes sense.
Disney was awesome. It rained (as in monsoon-style rain) the first day we were there, but what's nice about Disney is that because everyone has paid a ridic amount of money to be in the parks, people just grin and bear it. Slap on a poncho, buy a cheap $6 umbrella, and make the best of your day. The first day was Epcot where we indulged in the most decadent lunch we've ever eaten (thanks to our pre-paid dining plan) that involved Timm ordering a $56 steak, and me essentially having an orgasm over the best beer/cheddar soup that has ever touched my lips. Every meal on the Disney Meal Plan comes with dessert, so that day, it was white chocolate cheesecake (for him), and maple creme brulee (for me). Just...wow. Later that night, we saw Sugar Ray in a free concert, and watched the fireworks explode over the lake.
Day Two was Magic Kingdom, which is always a blast. Day Three was Hollywood Studios, which I was pretty unimpressed by, surprisingly, but we had two delicious meals that day, so food made up for it. ;) Day Four, our flight didn't leave until 7pm, so we spent the morning back at Epcot. The sun was out in full force, and with a heat index of 92, I became a little dehydrated, and we had to go back to the hotel lobby to sit for a while til it was time to go home.
This whole weekend, Timm and I were SICK. The kind of sick where you get out of bed to sit on the couch, then go back to bed, then get up to eat, and go back to bed. Saturday morning was the worst. I woke up and immediately felt like something was horribly wrong. I went to the bathroom and....let's just say that it was painfully obvious that I was severely dehydrated. I had an incident very similar to my Hagerstown incident that Steph coached me through. FULL ON dehydration - nearly fainting, almost threw up, blacking out, panicking to the extreme, couldn't talk or move my hands...it was bad. Really bad. Timm forced me to lay on our slate floor as he fed me Gatorade through a straw until I came around. I genuinely believed I was going to have to go to the ER. I'm so thankful I didn't. We both made it through the weekend by watching a ton of Mad Men episodes and sleeping.
Friday, I got some possibly amazing news. I'm a bit scared to jinx it, but fuck it. A tattoo shop in Baltimore decided they wanted to start advertising with the paper the week before I left. The sales rep that's working with them chatted with me about it since she knows I like tattoos. She mentioned that Ami James was now a part-owner of the shop, and would be visiting often with other guests. Immediately, my brain went:
Ami worked at The Woo$ter Street Social Club.
The Woo$ter Street Social Club was featured on NY Ink.
Megan Massacre was on NY Ink with Ami.
MAYBE MEGAN MASSACRE WILL COME TO BALTIMORE.
Sure enough....she's coming to Baltimore, and I have first dibbs on an appointment. You might remember that she's my #1 top choice to have finish my quarter-sleeve. There are no words for how happy that would make me, but I'm scared to get my hopes up.
Sorry for this rant of a post - I should probably update more often so I'm not as wordy. ;)