What happens when two witty, sarcastic ladies meet at their mutual place of employment and find out that they both enjoy walking fast, talking faster, and good beer? They become good friends and decide to spend a weekend in Baltimore, getting tattoos*, taking pictures, doing shit, and eating good food.
One can’t truly appreciate the wonder of Baltimore in only two days, but by golly, we jammed as much as possible into Sarah’s short visit.
Friday night we kept things chill. After dinner and drinks at my favorite – Hamilton Tavern – we watched Gone Girl and called it a night.
Saturday morning we hit the town, and we hit it hard.
Hamilton -> Fells Point -> Downtown -> Ellicott City -> Hampden -> Harbor East
* Technically, I was the only one who got tattooed. S.K. just sat courtside. Photos courtesy S.K.
So, turning 30 means a lot of different things to different people.
To me, it means getting a new tattoo.
I went to Ghost Town Odditorium for the first time for my 28th birthday. Or was it my 27th? Anyway, I returned for my 30th to complete the scene on my forearm.
When I first got the peony added to my right inner wrist, I wasn’t planning to get any more on my arm. After a few years browsing tattoos and various placements, I decided to complete my right forearm.
I’ve always loved the look of forearm tattoos on women and men. Especially men. But with females, I love how delicate and intricate they can be, as well as tough and vivid.
I’m still undecided as to what to do with my left forearm. But, at this rate, by the time I’m 40 I should have it figured out.
A day of getting images of flowers burned into your skin can really make a girl hungry. Good thing Hamilton Tavern has such amazing cupcakes for occasions such as these.