29 JUNE 2006. THURSDAY. 09:47PM.

In my 3rd attempt to get inked again tonight, i was turned away and asked to return tomorrow at a booked time. I didn't realised people were queueing up to get tatts that much these days. Gone were the days where you can just pop in for a drunken late night (and regret the next morning) job. Now i have to book in advance, make a deposit and get waitlisted for a weekender. Holy cow, that the hell's been going on?? Anyway, despite the slight disappointment, Beebs and I managed to sit down for nice fusion at Wagamama. My dinner resembled a chicken laksa though they had a more exotic description on the menu. After washing that down with my side of plum wine, we stumbled out and felt evey strand of ramen expanding in our tums. Bloated and uncomfortable, we walked the streets of Rokeby, picking up sugar lollies from the supermarket and impulse buying a new handbag (me) and a cute badge (her). Oh the joys of late night shopping.