The MCPs have a field day.

Funny how a bill with a short title like "Body Art Safe Practices Act", dealing with sanitary conditions in tattoo and piercing parlours, brings out the lewd side of the Senators who I doubt would talk like they're talking now if they knew I was recording them through the wiring in the Capitol's own walls.

Or maybe they would.

All I know is I wouldn't want to be a woman in this legislature. It's still the '50s, judging from the some of things people down there say.

Talking about piercings does *not* mean "we are getting into the gynecological part of the evening". I should, perhaps, endeavour to educate the good Senator as to the wide variety of male-only piercings in existence. This sort of thing happens every day. It would be disgusting in a bar. This isn't a bar. This is the state legislature. Welcome to it.

Eleven thirty and the Senate's still in session. They're off the tattoo thing now and talking about HB 727/aa which -- greeeaaaat -- a floor amendment -- would put legislators on the Behavioural Health Purchasing Collaborative.

The floor amendment's getting even better: they have to go upstairs to copy 'cause the copier down off the floor is not working. And of course, they have to pass out copies by hand of each amendment to every senator. Hold over.

CONCURRENCE. YEAH BABY YEAH. NOW WE'LL GET SOME LAWS MADE.

Catcalls and whistles coming through loud and clear on the tape. Sounds like a damn construction site down there. The Senator doesn't want to concur to the House Amendments. Apparently when you do that you move to concur but urge the body to vote "no" for Senate Joint Resolution Six. Ouch. That means the final motion that kills the bill, in the end, comes from the bill's own sponsor.

That was it? Only one bill for concurrence? Altamirano's talking.

Announcements and Miscellaneous.

Seeing none, ask unanimous consent to stand in recess until 10:30 AM tomorrow morning.

YAY! I'm outta here.