The tattoo desire continues but will probably wane as I cannot for the life of me figure out what I would want on my body permanently. And just to clarify, I wouldn’t get anything like Margaret Cho’s tattoo. That’s far too big for me. But let’s take another look at my favorite part:

I saw TransAmerica Wednesday afternoon downtown and don’t really know what to say. I didn’t love it. I didn’t hate it. Felicity Huffman is a wonderful actress and is so much fun to watch but I was a little bored. Or perhaps I was having expectation management issues. I saw the flick downtown, which is always refreshing when I get to squirm out from under the enormous thumb of Suburbia. Just as I was coming onto the bridge to cross Lake Washington, Take the Money and Run came on. Fabulous. A song to take me back to 16 years old driving a 1976 CJ7 Jeep. And to have it come on at my favorite part of the bridge was a perfect touch.

It of course looked NOTHING like this at the time I was on it because the weather here is shite lately. Just miserable. But driving over the water is the best. Every time.

 I made sure to wander around outside a little before I headed into the theater. You know, to inhale exhaust fumes, contemplate life and rub shoulders with crazy people.