About Friday Night

Catching up with your girls and going to a tattoo party sounds pretty cool, doesn't it? At least that's what I thought. So here's what went down.

The NYC famous tattoo artist Jonboy had posted a picture to his Instagram account about having a tattoo party in LES. I've had my eye on him for four years, and always wanted a tattoo. He's known for his fine line, ultimately minimalistic tattoo's. So I sent a few friends a text about it, and some other friends hit me up about it, and we decided to go. SO we get there early...like 6 hours early.

For the first time in my life I was first on line for something, NOBODY ELSE WAS THERE. It was really odd. We decide to grab mojitos at a spot nearby as they were advertised for $6. The waiter confirms that they are indeed $6, so we get three and they sucked. They were warm and didn't taste right. Comes the bill and THEY HAD CROSSED OUT $6 AND WROTE $9. ON TOP OF THE ORIGINAL 6. Hold up. At least give a completely new check if you're trying to pull a quick one... like at least get that much right. How fucking stupid. Whatever. We then call the manager over and tell her about the terrible drinks and price hike. She tries to justify that it's a Mexican restaurant, and that they make mojitos with tequila and not rum. That still doesn't explain what you did miss. Long story short, if you want 3 mojitos for $6, go visit El Maguey y La Tuna in LES.

Already pissed, my friend Ari suggested that we go to Dunkin Donuts, as it was free donut day, and that she would give me her donut because I live for sweets and who can be in a terrible mood with sweets around? As we were walking, the guys behind us start cat calling my friend and making comments about how nice her ass looked in her shorts. At this point I was livid, so I turn around and give the ultimate bitch face and say: "how about you shut the fuck up." Cat call man loses his shit and starts cursing at me while calling me an ugly bitch and what not. It takes A LOT for me to talk back to someone. The fact that I was even able to do this without awkwardly stuttering has me mentally clapping in my head screaming "YAS GURL." But back to Friday night, what happens next? Dunkin Donuts runs out of donuts. If there was ever the perfect moment for Gretchen Weiners to pop out and say : "and none for Soni Solano," this would be it.

We walk back to the event location to met up with another friend, and there's still no line. So I open the club door and ask the guy if the party is happening. He. slams. the. door. in. my. face. FUCK YOU TOO DOORMAN. People start showing up and Jonboy arrives. Turns out that we're both wearing the same Classic Slip Ons in black/white checkerboard. (Fun fact I worked at Vans for 3 years. I can name you every shoe and color code.) He makes an Instagram story showing all the people that were waiting on the line just to get a tattoo by him. Mind you we were fifth on line that was going down and around the block.

Kelly Osbourne and her friends show up. They were the only lucky people to end up getting into the event and everyone else was sent home. We almost got hit by a cab driver who gave no fucks. Almost got stopped by the cops on the drive back home and it was just beautiful. My virgin skin went home well...virgin. And those hours of my life I can never get back, but it made for a decent story to share with you all.

Outfit details: Star Wool hat from Zara, crop top from Dollskill, fringe jeans from Topshop, platforms from Pull & Bear, and tote bag from Surf and Stilwell. Photo's from my talented and humble friend, Matt DeFrenza. Congrats on graduating and can't wait to see where your photography and talent will take you next.