The post-evian post.

Mr Curtis Burgess sent over some photos from our trip. 

This one might be in my top three favorite photos of me ever taken. 

After the Evian Tattoo Convention, 

we went to Filip Leu's shop in St Croix, Switzerland.

Curtis had an existing backpiece from him, 

and wanted to extend it onto his butt. 

Like his whole butt. 

It was pretty amazing hanging out at Filip's shop for two days. 

Everything I did there felt somehow more special. 

Like, "I'm making a salad in Filip Leu's kitchen."

Or, "I'm checking my email on Filip Leu's couch."

I got some kisses from Loretta, 

and did errands with Tintine.

Filip and Tintine told me I shouldn't say "no" so much, 

and be more open to new experiences. 

(i know they were using me not drinking a beer with them as the basis of this philosophy, 

but I see how it might relate to bigger things)

And I'm working on it, kinda. 

I mean, I almost didn't go to Evian at all. 

I won't ever be drinking that beer, 

(no matter who asks)

but I'm going to try and fit a little more adventure into my life. 

It usually leads to wonderful new places.