During finals week, right smack in between two final exams, I wanted to see a band play in New York, and meet up with some friends who also were flying out for the show. I took a red eye flight from San Diego to New York, and in less than 24 hours we managed to see Manhattan, get tattoos, go to a rock concert, eat New York pizza, and take a cab through the city. This is day when I got my orb tattoo. I didn’t have any clear artwork for it, so I gave them my wallet which had a bas relief orb on the front, and they somehow managed to photocopy it, blow it up, and tried to sketch it out. It’s very wobbly, but I didn’t care, as with most tattoos, it’s the memory that counts.