Empire of the Sun at Petco tonight and I've committed to more sequins than any one person should own. This zipper is losing the fight though — come finish what it started?
Empire of the Sun at Petco tonight and I've committed to more sequins than any one person should own. This zipper is losing the fight though — come finish what it started?
CRSSD kicks off today and my body clock gave up on me hours ago. Glitter's on, pants aren't, and coffee hasn't fixed anything yet — come keep me company till the sun catches up.
Forty restaurants on the Coronado crawl list and I'm already playing dress-up trying to find something with room to grow. Tell me which one makes it past the first five stops.
Everyone else left the grand tasting with a glass in hand and a plan. I left with my dress around my waist and a corner of the fairgrounds to myself — tell me if anyone's looking.
Balboa Park lights a thousand little flames for Deepotsav and I'm already buried in my jewelry pile trying to decide how much shine is too much shine. Tell me which wrist gets the bangles — or come find me under the lights and decide for yourself.
Couldn't sleep, so it's me and the fridge light before a day that's already overflowing — BeachFest, trolley dances, forty tastings in North Park. Come talk me back into bed.
Whole city turned binational for the jazz festival tonight and I followed it right across the border and back. Third set, dark corner table, and my dress keeps creeping higher every song — come sit closer and find out why.
Billy Strings is at Pechanga tonight and I've been half-dressed with one boot on since noon. Bluegrass turns me into a problem — tell me you'd fight your way into the pit next to me.
Everything I wore this weekend is in one machine and I'm riding out the spin cycle on top of it. Monday reset in progress. Come keep me company till it's done.
Spirits Festival has me tasting everything twice and my notes stopped making sense about three booths ago. Now I'm out by the water with the city lit up behind me and zero plans to call it a night — pick my next pour.