The Front Street Oktoberfest was so packed I could feel the bass through my boots — made it home and didn't make it past the bed. You want to come keep me company?
The Front Street Oktoberfest was so packed I could feel the bass through my boots — made it home and didn't make it past the bed. You want to come keep me company?
Someone's playing Debussy on the piano hidden back in the ferns and I can't bring myself to leave this spot — my dress rode up somewhere around the second movement and I haven't bothered fixing it. Sit down in the grass with me?
Came home from Fiesta de las Américas and the cumbia is still rattling around inside me — my whole body won't stop moving even though there's no one left to dance with. So I'm making this couch my new dance floor. Want to join the afterparty?
Up before the city and already at my favorite café, coffee getting cold because I can't stop thinking about tonight. There's a dinner where every course is made by women who cook the way I do everything else — with their whole selves. You want to come eat with me?
Climbed out onto the fire escape to cool off and the whole Mission is still glowing down there — my heels are dangling six stories up and the wind keeps finding the slit in this dress. You want to come up or should I come down to you?
Blood Orange on the speaker and a Wednesday afternoon with nowhere to be — the album's barely halfway through and I've already lost track of where my hands went. Stay and listen with me?
Took a nap that swallowed the whole afternoon and now I can't remember what I was dreaming about but my body does. Want to find out?
Monday night and the only thing on my agenda is this pot of adobo and not wearing pants. The whole apartment smells like garlic and vinegar and I couldn't be happier. You want to come help me finish it?
Stepped out of the block party for one breath and my whole body's still vibrating from the bass — The Midway is going off tonight and I can still feel every beat in my chest. Come find me before I disappear back into the crowd.
The whole block is burning incense for the hungry ghosts and the smoke is so thick I can taste it on my lips. Something about all these offerings makes me want to feel a little more alive — you believe in spirits?