Tattoo Expos = no fun
Feb. 28th, 2007 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lillian13After last weekend, I now have absolutely NO interest in EVER acquiring a tattoo.
On the way home, I did get some shopping done at the outlet mall. Couple pairs of new, suitable-for-work shorts, couple tops, some kitchen stuff.
Next week? North Texas Irish Festival! If you're in Dallas, come see me! (And this will be my 4th show in 5 weeks working for Mr. Pegasus. No wonder I'm tired and cranky...)
I was helping Mr. Pegasus at the Slinging Ink Tattoo Expo in San Antonio. (Mr. Pegasus sells t-shirts, bumper stickers and such, mainly at SF and anime conventions. However, this wasn't a terrible drive for either of us, and he and his GF wanted to see a show in Austin on Saturday night, so I was glad to drive down Saturday morning to help man the booth.)
Let's see. Several booths blasting conflicting and loud metal music? Check.
Obligatory displays of motorcycles, complete with anorexic/silicone-breasted models? Check.
Bad fluorescent lighting? Check.
15-minute wait for a stall in the restroom? Check.
25-minute wait for food at one of the FOUR food vendors? Check.
Far too many women (and men) not, shall we say, dressed appropriately for their body types? Check.
Members of the Outlaws and Banditos wandering around? Check.
Way, way, too many blurry and/or stupid tattoos? (I actually saw two guys with the dashed line around their necks and 'cut here' below it.) Check.
As I mentioned to Mr. Pegasus, it was an LCD (lowest common denominator) show. They didn't want shirts with humor and snark, they wanted ones that said "fuck" a lot. *sigh* Sales weren't great, and I left early on Sunday, so he wouldn't have to pay me for that day. Besides, I wanted to get home to watch the Oscars!
Let's see. Several booths blasting conflicting and loud metal music? Check.
Obligatory displays of motorcycles, complete with anorexic/silicone-breasted models? Check.
Bad fluorescent lighting? Check.
15-minute wait for a stall in the restroom? Check.
25-minute wait for food at one of the FOUR food vendors? Check.
Far too many women (and men) not, shall we say, dressed appropriately for their body types? Check.
Members of the Outlaws and Banditos wandering around? Check.
Way, way, too many blurry and/or stupid tattoos? (I actually saw two guys with the dashed line around their necks and 'cut here' below it.) Check.
As I mentioned to Mr. Pegasus, it was an LCD (lowest common denominator) show. They didn't want shirts with humor and snark, they wanted ones that said "fuck" a lot. *sigh* Sales weren't great, and I left early on Sunday, so he wouldn't have to pay me for that day. Besides, I wanted to get home to watch the Oscars!
On the way home, I did get some shopping done at the outlet mall. Couple pairs of new, suitable-for-work shorts, couple tops, some kitchen stuff.
Next week? North Texas Irish Festival! If you're in Dallas, come see me! (And this will be my 4th show in 5 weeks working for Mr. Pegasus. No wonder I'm tired and cranky...)
