Trip to Pat’s Tats

Pat Sinatra is amazing. For way more reasons than I am going to get into here. I have wanted to get a tattoo from her for a really long time and am not sure why I haven’t prior to this.

Tuesday I was able to make the drive to Kingston, NY and correct this.

I had booked this appointment with Pat a while back telling her that I wanted something with wings. The rest was up to her.

The drive down to Kingston was a nice one and I found Pat’s shop over an hour before my appointment. So I wandered on down to the waterfront to hang out and relax. Found a neat little antique shop, but nothing in it that I couldn’t live without.

Pat’s place is really nice (of course) they had just moved in so it was not fully decorated and set up yet. Pat gave me a tour.

(a special note here for my uberGeek friends. Pat’s new place hadn’t been added to FourSquare yet, so I was able to add it and be the first check in.)

I covet Pat’s Otto sculpture. Maybe one of my field trips will have to be to head down and see if I can get one of my own. I can’t remember the dog’s name. I want to say Moozie, but I don’t think that is right. I do remember that she was a rescue that was found in Springfield Mass on New Years Eve.

Of course I didn’t manage to get photos of the humans who work in the shop (duh!) I tend to forget the simple things sometimes.

Pat drew the design on. She made something pretty small, which I definitely wasn’t going to argue with since I was relatively scared about getting the inside of my knee tattooed. I think getting tattooed is easier now that I have stopped eating gluten and am not in constant pain to begin with… but it has SUCKED for so long that I am still pretty nervous when it comes time to get worked on.

The visit was wonderful and all too brief, but when I realized I still had time to make it home at a reasonable hour I hustled out the door. I was grateful to have had some time to hang out with Lori and her client while I was getting tattooed and to have been able to meet Leonie and her family before I ran away.

As soon as I got back on the road we had a pretty good downpour. It cleared up quickly and the drive home was pretty uneventful. I was pretty damn sick of being in the car about half way home. I think I have had more than enough driving for the week. Going away on another adventure this weekend – but Paul will be driving. (Yay!)