Tonight saw and impromptu party at my house. I got back to my place a little bit later than usual from work to a barrage of calls from my roommate asking if he could dip into my "fancy" beers. I have a lot of micro-brews and whatnot in the extra fridge. I was glad to oblige my roommate. Turns out we hosted a gathering of about 15 people. Not bad for a Monday night. Downing my beers was my roommates tattoo artist Dave. My roommate is rather tatted up, both arms basically covered, one leg covered, back mostly done. Dave once again tried to get me to go to him for ink work, but I ONLY go to my artist back in NY. Dave brought a few friends of his(suffice to say they all had some ink) and we all just drank, bar-b-qued, ate, drank and laughed.
In attendance were 2 Suicide Girls that Dave and his boss ink up. I can't begin to tell you how awesome these chicks are. Stunningly gorgeous with nice fresh ink. Yum Yum.
My roommate Steve went out to Laughlin for the weekend. He didn't sleep Friday at all, got about 3 hours on Saturday and 4 more on Sunday. He got back today to another party. No sleep, drinking since Friday, and we force a party on his ass. Aren't friends great?
Suicide Girls eh?
Saucy...
Posted by: derek | May 25, 2005 at 09:54 AM
well, come to find out there are over "600" suicide girls. so I am not quite the elitist that I thought I was.
Posted by: thegthang | May 25, 2005 at 11:00 PM
hey dude there's been a lot of playboy bunnies through the years and that makes it no less cool if they're in your apartment!
Kudos.
Posted by: derek | May 26, 2005 at 07:01 AM