Today's local celebrity.

Wednesday was an excruciatingly long day. I had to get up at seven, get myself all prettied up for the television crew, and trek up to Vince and Laura's on my scooter by 8:30 to prepare for their arrival at 10. Vince ordered these two big bell-shaped signs with a photo from "It's a Wonderful Life" that read, "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings". We put mounted one of those bad boys on the boat, along with one of the Silver On the Mount Tattoo banners, and a sign that reads, "YOU ARE NOW IN BEDFORD FALLS"(those have been lots of fun - we had originally attempted to spell it out in rope lighting, but got as far as "YOU ARE NOW IN BED" before we ran out. Of course, I appreciated that particular sentiment a great deal more).

The news crew arrived at 10 - a cameraman with a ponytail and a Hawaiian shirt, followed by an attractive young newswoman. Of couse, the boys took note of this - I had to smack Mike for humping the air behind the reporter as she walked into the backyard. This is why they keep me around - to keep the boys in line(and to correct their spelling - they hate it when I do that. I actually give them vocabulary words from time to time. Yes, I'm a nerd). They first interviewed Vince. He told them that the theme was "Magical Movie Moments", and this was the most magical moment he could think of. He then suggested that they interview one of the crew from the shop. As soon as I heard that, I knew it was going to fall on me. I constantly have to correct Adam's grammar, and Mike...I don't think interviewing him and his morning wood would have been such a good idea. Instead, they stood in the background with screwdrivers and pliers pretending to work on a sign, and I did the interview. After the fact, I commented on how I had to do all the work while they hid in back and screwed. That's men for you.

Anyway, they asked some pretty general questions - how many people are working on the boat, how much more work is there to do, etc. I didn't answer quite how I would have liked - I was nervous. It's to be expected. It's just as well - they used about five seconds of my interview in the actual news segment. Basically, what they got from me was, "We've still got a little ways to go, but we've got some time left, and we're going to make this as nice as possible". I found our spot on the station's website(if you go to the Top Videos section, it's listed as "Winterfest Boat Parade").

Apparently, a whole lot of people have seen it, and for some reason, everyone has been commenting on me. As soon as I got into work this morning, the phone rang. I answered it, and the woman asked a question about piercings, and then said, "Are you the girl I saw on the news last night? You're the little redhead, right?" Shortly thereafter, I called Laura to tell her Mike hadn't shown up yet(Mike's vocabulary word of the day - "punctuality"), and she told me a lady she met at jury duty had made the same comment. After we opened, I went outside to sweep, and a lady came up to me and said, "Every time I turn around, I see you on TV!" It was a pretty cool feeling, I have to admit. And hey, it's great publicity for the shop. We could use that right about now.

Thoughts on Christmas, publicity, and another day at the office.

Well, this past Sunday, The Dave Barry Holiday Gift Guide
was published in The Miami Herald. On the front page, this photo, taken on one of the luxurious pleather couches at Silver On the Mount Tattoo(hey, those couches don't look like much, but they're really comfortable). They didn't publish any of the photos of Vince tattooing Santa, but it was still a good experience for the shop.

This isn't going to be the only thing going on for the shop this week. Wednesday morning, we're all headed up to Vince and Laura's place to meet up with the Channel 7 news crew. They're coming to talk to us about the Boat Parade. We've made some pretty good progress on the boat - the guys reworked the angels we had on the boat last year, and we had banners made up that read, "Seasons Greetings from Silver On the Mount Tattoo". I've had lots of fun with those - the other day, I was installing grommets on one of the banners, and wound up whacking my hand with the baby sledge hammer(yes, that's what it was) in the process. It still hurts like hell, and it's a little bruised, but in the end, all of this will be worth it.

Yes, we're going to be on TV. Sure, it's local news, nothing major. But this is a pretty big deal as far as the shop is concerned.

I just had to share.

Harmony in chaos.

Things have been entertaining as of late, to say the least. I've been offline for a while, but not because there's nothing to write about - the video card on my computer crapped out, and I've only just replaced it.

November 7th was a pretty typical day at work. It had been pretty quiet. It was around 5:00, Vince was on his way out to his Wednesday night meeting, and I was setting up appointments for a couple of tattoos. Nothing special.

And then the phone rang. I answered, as I always do, with my very professional sounding, "Silver On the Mount Tattoo?"

The man on the line asked to speak with the manager. I replied, "I'm sorry, he's not available at the moment. May I take a message? May I ask what this is regarding?" The line went silent for a moment. I was expecting it to be a telemarketing call, for the guy to say he'd call again another time. Instead, the man handed the phone off to someone else.

"Leslie?"

I knew that voice. It was my brother. It had been three months since we had spoken. He was the last person I expected.

"Hi...um, what's going on?"

And then he said it.

"Leslie...Dad's dead."

His dad. My mother's husband. Dead. I couldn't quite figure out what to say.

I motioned for Mike to come and cover the front, and excused myself. Vince was just getting into his truck to go to his meeting, and I flagged him down just before he pulled out. I told him what was going on. He made sure I was okay, gave me a hug, and went on his way. I went back to the phone call. Apparently, he had been diagnosed with leukemia the day before, and was scheduled to start chemotherapy later in the week. His prognosis had been good - the form of leukemia he had had a 90% survival rate. Something didn't make sense. All I knew was that I would be heading back to New Jersey in the next day or so, to see the family I wondered about for so long, and to say goodbye to the man who spent so much of his time trying to tear us apart.

It is in times like this that the word "family" goes so much deeper than blood, deeper than genetics, deeper than any strand of DNA can. In times like this, "family" comes down to the people who care about you, the people who are there when you need them to be.

I was going to have to fly to Jersey. I haven't been on a plane since I was 12, and had no clue as to how to go about booking a flight, especially on such short notice. Vince and Laura were both off the next day, but they came in to the shop that night to help me book the flight. I was going to ask them if there was any way I could borrow the money and pay them back a little each week, but they did something incredible. Vince told me to consider it to be my Christmas bonus. I never expected that. They have been so good to me. It's not just this, either - they have treated me like a daughter. I just can't begin to express how grateful I am to have the both of them in my life. I don't know where I would be without them.

And then there's Ryan. He came along at just the right time in my life. The night I got the call, he came over to my place after he got off of work at midnight, and stayed with me until four in the morning. I didn't really need anything, just company, and he was there. Just someone to hang out and watch TV(televangelists are hysterical at 3 AM)...just someone to be there. Anyway, my flight was booked for 6:45 AM on Friday, so the next night, he came over to take me to the airport. Now, it's one thing if someone offers to drive you to the airport. Ryan drove me to the airport at 4:30 in the morning, explained to me what I was supposed to do(remember, I haven't flown since long before 9/11), stayed there with me until six, and continued to send me text messages until I had to turn off my phone. He was so sweet. I really like this guy.

Right now, however, I'm not sure what's going on with Ryan. He hasn't been returning my calls, and I don't know why. I haven't talked to him since Thanksgiving, and then he told me he'd call the next day. It's now Monday, and no word from him.

But I digress.

Shannon picked me up from the airport and drove me to Mama's house. I thought it would be weird - it had been so long since we'd spoken, and the last time we did...things didn't go very well. I just kept thinking about the last words her husband ever said to me - "Fuck you, we're never speaking to you again". But when I walked into that house...the tension wasn't there. We talked and laughed...it felt good. For the first time in a very, very long time, it felt like we were a family again.

Shannon spent as much time as she was able with us. Mama refers to her as her "other daughter". Shannon is probably the only person who has been there for me, no matter what. Through all the years of family problems, she has always stood by me. It was good to finally get to see her again.

It's funny...with all that's happened, with how quickly things are changing...it was like everything was exactly the same.

One thing was different, though. One very important thing.

Through this whole ordeal, I realized something, maybe for the first time in my life. I realized just how many people I have in my life that love me. I needed that more than anything else right about now.

Talking to myself.

For as long as I can recall, I've had this habit of talking to myself. Usually, it's whatever train of thought is relevant - my grocery list, stuff I need to do at work, things like that. Tonight, it's been one thought, and one thought only.

"I really like this guy."

I've been playing phone tag with Ryan for the past couple days. I finally talked to him earlier this evening, and we were discussing when we might be able to get together. he told me he worked pretty much every day(which I can understand - I do the same. Being an adult sucks sometimes.), but he'd figure something out. I've been wanting to see him again, though - it's so rare that I meet someone that I just can't get off my mind. I got home from work, and kept trying to decide if I should go up to Friday's to see him again. This is where talking to myslef began for the evening - "If I go there, will I just end up screwing this up? I don't know. But if I don't go, I know I'm just going to keep wondering what would have happened had I gone. What do I do?"

I let the idea marinate for a while. I cut out some fabric, took a shower, and continued talking to myself. Finally, I decided to go. I figured, well, if I screw this up now, I haven't gotten to know him well enough to be too upset. Let's do it.

My hair wasn't even dry when I got on my scooter and went to Friday's. I got in, ordered a glass of wine, and I waited. No sign of him. I sat and watched the group of people next to me - one of them was deaf, and there were five or six people signing to one another. It was pretty interesting to watch - I have always wanted to learn sign language. I just kind of hung out, but he was nowhere to be found.

And then, I finally saw him. He was out of uniform, getting ready to go home. I wondered if he had seen me. I sat there with my merlot, waiting for him to notice me, but kind of half-hoping he didn't. I don't want the guy to think I'm stalking him. Finally, he was on his way out.

He walked past me without saying a word...and then sat down next to me at the bar. To be honest, I was kind of expecting, "What are you doing here? This is getting weird. I have to go", or something of the like. But, to my relief, we started talking. Not about anything in particular, just talking. I got to know a little more about him. He's 24(a bit younger than myself, but not unreasonably so), moved to Florida about five years ago from St. Louis, and still doesn't really know anybody here. I can absolutely relate to that - most of the people I have met haven't been worth my time.

Anyway, we wound up going outside for a smoke, taking our drinks with us, and got locked out. No big deal - it was closing time, and it was a lot quieter outside. We wound up sitting out there talking until about 2:30 in the morning. Mind you, I needed to get up for work at 10 this morning, but I didn't care. I was really enjoying his company. I did have to get home, though. He gave me a hug, and we parted company. And on my ride home, I continued talking to myself...

"I really like this guy."

Halloween Part II.

I have become abnormally accustomed to having my plans fall through at the last minute. It doesn't make it suck any less, but I'm used to it. Sometimes, though, things end up falling into place. That's something I'm not used to.

I got into work at four yesterday, as I usually do on Wednesdays. I had made plans with some friends to go to Rocky Horror Picture Show after work. The show started at 9:00, and I was supposed to get off of work at 8:00, which would have given me just enough time to go home and get ready before the show.

Vince and Laura left at five, and Adam is off on Wednesdays, so it was just Mike and me. Around six, a customer came in with a rather unusual request. Apparently, his grandmother had died that afternoon, and he wanted to get a memorial piece for her. The odd thing was, he had burned a piece of her hair, and asked Mike to mix the ashes in with the ink. And all of this occurring on Halloween. Very strange.

Anyway, Mike got to work putting the piece together for the guy, and didn't get him in the chair until almost 7:30. Mind you, the shop closes at 7:45. It was a good sized piece, and Mike didn't finish until about nine. By the time he cleaned up and everything, it was about 20 minutes past. So much for Rocky Horror.

I was pretty cranky after that. I was just going to go home, but I had worn my cowgirl costume to work, and figured I'd get the most out of it. I decided I needed a margarita, and went up to Friday's. I don't do bars. Ever. I figure, if I'm going to drink, it's cheaper to do it at home, and there's less bullshit to deal with. This was an occasion, though. Halloween is a holiday, damn it.

I walked in, and sat down at the bar, second seat from the corner(bars, diner counters, anything like that, that is always my seat - second from the corner), and waited for the bartender. After finishing with a customer, he comes up to me, looking like a computer tech that had been attacked by an axe murderer. What can I say? I have a soft spot for dorky guys. I myself would be considered a nerd(I was the library aide for eight years of school, and I give the boys at work vocabulary words. I am a nerd, and very proud of it). I was looking over the drink menu, and he informed me that happy hour started in 10 minutes, and he'd wait to ring up my drink.

Anyway, the bar was relatively quiet, and the bartender and I wound up talking for a good long while. He told me his name was Ryan. Ryan. That hit me. I'll go into that some other time. I was really enjoying his company. One margarita turned into two, then three. Sooner than I thought, it was 1:00 in the morning. The bar was closing up. I asked Ryan for my tab, and he said, "I've got you covered. Thank you for keeping me company". And then I did something I never do, much less in a bar - I gave him my number. I never do that. Usually, if some guy tries to pick me up, I immediately dismiss him. At most, I'll give the guy a number - usually, an ex-boyfriend's number, or if I'm feeling particularly spiteful, the non-emergency number for the police department(this was a recent discovery, and it works quite well when I have drunks at the pizza place hitting on me).

This guy, though...something about him struck me. That hasn't happened in a very long time. I've met a long procession of losers in my brief time in Florida, and in general in this snipe hunt that is the modern day dating world. I've become very jaded, probably a bit too cynical for my own good. Sooner or later, I know I need to let someone in. The last one I tried to get close to...well, I wanted more out of the relationship than he did. This one might be worth a chance. He even called me when he got done with work to make sure I got home okay. Not to make a date or anything, just to make sure I was alright. That in and of itself...he has potential. I'm going to give this guy a shot. Hopefully, I won't get burned again.