So, we began our trek across the tundra to the parking lot on campus. When we finally got there we discovered that apparently, no one plows the parking lot. Apparently the University of Rhode Island thinks that student residents don't need to get their cars out after it snows. We were pretty determined, so we tried kicking the snow out of the way, keep in mind there was over 12 inches at this point, and there was now tiny ice pellets pouring out of the sky. I didn't have a shovel, or gloves, or anything useful really, so we used an old canvas out of my trunk as a shovel. Somehow we made it out of there.. barely.
When we finally got to Marcos, after getting lost for 20 minutes, it was pretty interesting. The owner, who is actually NOT named Marco, and very defensive about that, and his weird friend, and 6 year old son, were all in the waiting area. Aaron, the owner, was sarcastic and grumpy and overall a very strange individual. While doing my cute little tattoo of the outline of Block Island, he was creepily talking about his past career as a piercer. He said, "Trust me, I've seen more dick than you and your friend combined." This was Aaron's form of casual conversation. Then he told me my tattoo looked like an amoeba, and I told him his tattoos were creepy. He had all kinds of weird misshapen faces and weird..stuff.. all over him. Anyway.. my tattoo looks like an island, not a fucking amoeba, Marco.
Here he is, smiling... sarcastically of course.
Here is my block island tattoo.
