For those who like to draw pictures on their bodies with ink-filled needles and hang from hooks, last Friday, Saturday and Sunday was the weekend for you.

The Philadelphia Tattoo Arts Convention and Motorcycle Show came to the Sheraton Hotel in Center City Feb. 2, 3, and 4, and thousands of tattoo and motorcycle lovers from all over the area gathered for the festivities.

Those festivities consisted of more than 100 tattoo artists buzzing away at arms, legs, backs and chests; choppers on display with the gangs that they belong to; body art contests; music acts and performers who can do some mind-boggling things to their bodies.

For a $15 admission ticket, you could drink beer and smoke cigarettes in a Sheraton ballroom with a motorcycle gang that did not believe in the new smoking ban; get a sweet tat by one of the area's best tattoo artists and watch people attach meat hooks to their backs and swing from a rope.

But words cannot do it justice. You’ll have to see for yourself:

(warning: video contains images that may disturb, offend, or both)

(warning: video contains images that may disturb, offend, or both)

It was a great show for those who love that kind of thing, and even those who have never seen anything like it before.

It only left us with one question though: What about the ordinary, middle-of-the-road people? Where’s our convention?

I suppose we can gather at Starbucks every morning.

That’s how I recently heard someone refer to 2007.