Yeah, I know I was supposed to write everyday. Yeah, I know I have no way to prove to you that I have, but I have, I promise! That friend I told you about in the first post reminded me of the importance of some time off. And it makes sense, I don't want to burn out in this marathon after a mile and also, what good is my story telling if it's so diluted nobody (especially the author) even cares about what is posted.
Originally I took a day off when we were still down south because I wanted to wait and share the story of our dinner out at a fantastic wine bar. A Toys R Us for a wine enthusiast like myself, but I realized there wasn't much to tell. Nothing earth shattering for anyone since most know how much I love wine. And I realized I might just sound snooty expounding on the bouquets of this bottle and the tannins of that one. So, know this, I'll be going there again when Lisa and I venture back and if you're with us, I'll be more than happy to take you there.
But as for now, we're back home and do begins our new journey to find a home. First though, a scheduled session at our local tat shop with Matt Zopfi (I have no problem dropping his name because I want him to get any business he can, this guy truly cares about the art of the tattoo and he's got the talent to back it).
After Lisa and I each got our last piece from him, he scheduled the follow up appointment to make sure we and he were both satisfied with the work. And although we were, he still wanted to refine a few things (for free of course). Amazing guy and easy to sit for and talk to. The only way it could have been better is if he was a hot chick, but I digress.
I've already got another idea in mind, but don't want to share too much lest I jinx the translation and completion of it. That'll be one for down the road once Lisa and I make sure we're moved into a new place.
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