Opera in the Park just wrapped and that last aria is still rattling around in my chest — something about a woman singing like she'd burn everything down for love got me home and out of my dress before I even closed the door. Come finish what the music started.
Fiesta de las Américas took over 24th Street and I'm standing at the edge of the crowd with my drink getting warm and my top clinging to me in ways I didn't plan for. Want to come rescue me before I cause a scene?
The moon is so bright tonight it's keeping me up and I don't even mind anymore — stripped down to nothing with nowhere to be. Come over before I start without you.
Flower Piano just started at the botanical garden and there's a piano tucked behind every hedge like someone planted them there on purpose. Found one nobody was playing yet and I'm already wondering what you'd pick if I let you sit down at it. Tell me the song and I'll stay.
Soaking until the water goes cold because this week has been entirely too long and I refuse to let it follow me into bed. There's room for one more in here if you're still up.
Free Shakespeare in the Park is doing Antony and Cleopatra and watching her bring a man to his knees without lifting a finger has me taking notes. What would you surrender for the right woman?
R&B and Ribs is going off at The Midway later and I'm standing in front of my closet in my underwear trying to figure out what you can dance in and still get out of fast. Lloyd and Keri Hilson on the same stage has me already in the mood to move. Tell me what you want to see me in and I'll wear it for you.
Wandered into the Hungry Ghost Festival in Chinatown and everything smells like incense and paper offerings burning — the lanterns make the whole street glow like it belongs to the dead and I can't stop thinking about what kind of trouble they'd get into if they came back for one night. What kind of spirit would you be?
Downtown First Thursdays took over Second Street and I walked straight into a wall of bass and drag queens before I even knew what hit me. The kind of night that makes you want to stay out until you forget what day it is. Come find me in the mess.
Wide awake at the worst possible hour with nothing but cereal and bad ideas. You up too?