Last weekend, across the neighborhood, our friends, Wild Boy of Aveyron, had a private show where all of the cool kids (including some of my friends! ha!) spent the evening trying to contain the fabulous sounds to the limits of the house walls.

The Wild Boy’s music is completely instrumental, which lends itself nicely to an intense, yet oddly chill community gathering. There was a lot of dancing, and wholesome oatmeal cookies were innocently passed around the gang , artfully dodging flailing arms or tossed dreadlocks.

I really, truly love these guys and it was really nice to spend a somewhat peaceful night at home, so to speak. Even though it wasn’t my own apartment, this place is like a second home for me. Where I go for morning coffee and yoga, afternoon cooking experiments, movie nights, or rooftop philosophical discussions. House shows are a great way to mix it up.

Tada! I introduce to you the complete finished work of my right arm. As opposed to the six hours of needlework for my last piece, this one only took a delightful two. Kyle accompanied me to give moral support and documented some tender-hearted moments of excruciating pain.

Two years ago, I acquired a large 19th Century floral engraving, from which I’ve been taking pieces to rearrange and repiece for tattoos on my body. Jesse Strother, of Good Life Tattoos and Piercings, did both portions of the engraving, and I was very pleased with the quality and speed of his work.

If you’re curious, there’s a minute and a half of tattooing action shown below (music by Modest Mouse). This was the most painful portion of any tattoo I’ve ever experienced. The armpit area! But it was bearable. And I survived.

Finally feeling recouperated from our whirlwind of a trip to Nashville, the piles of clutter around the house are beginning to disappear, and Kyle even got around to giving me his photos from the weekend! I am so excited. Maybe I’ll even scrapbook some of the photos? If I’m feeling ambitious.

Our friend Jeremy’s band just moved to Nashville, so thankfully we were able to spend an evening with him as well. (Jeremy pictured three photos up; my gummy laugh at something funny Jeremy did, one photo up). We all decided it was the best night we had experienced in quite a while. Nothing particularly exciting happened, just good people.

So, I guess I don’t have any terribly exciting adventures to tell you about. We did steal away into a used bookstore for a while, where I dissappeared into a low corner and found lots of biogrophies I wanted to buy. When I went to find my friends, I saw them in the back of the store, lining up an audience of toy dinosaurs who would listen to Austin and Jess read exerpts from existentialist books.

Kyle brought an array of vintage cameras to play with. I can’t wait to see how the polaroids ended up coming out, and if he was able to develop the film in the camera with the viewfinder. (I’m not sure what that one’s called.)

Also on the disc of photos Kyle gave me, there is a short video and a few images of my most recent tattoo experience. I’ll be sharing those with you this weekend when my arm is healed enough to photograph. Hooray!