of sales and dragons

No way to describe the day we had at work. It was amazing. We smashed through our sales goals and our membership goals. We also sold 36 bikes and 601 pairs of shoes, in addition to the numerous everything that we sold. Craaaaazy. I’m pooped, but in a good way. Tomorrow I’ll stop and get my crew the goodness that is Roses Donuts. They deserve the sugar. Plus there’s a tri-tip bbq challenge between two guys at work, so they’re making tri-tip sammiches for everyone for lunch. Us vegetarians get baked potatoes and other tasty things.

Also, I’m feeling the pull for tattoos. Again. In no way is it connected to the fact that my pal Robbie just got a new tattoo. (Or that I saw this sweet ink after Robbie’s popped up.) While it’s still my dream to get some ink done at Eccentric in Nagoya, Japan, I somehow doubt I’ll be able to arrange both a tourist stop and a tattoo stop in that part of Japan. That’s a lot of coordination. I’m not sure where I’d go to get ink done these days. It doesn’t appear that Mike is still at Staircase, where I had my ankle tattoo done. It’s still holding up, even though it’s nine years old. My guess is that I’d head up to San Francisco to get another one.

My ankle tattoo is my favorite, hands down. I’m not particularly in love with the other two. A new one would probably cover both the old ones. I’ll have to start looking for inspiration.