Dixson left everything on that Blue Note stage and I walked home still humming. The dress never made it past the entryway. Tell me I'm not the only one still wide awake?
Dixson left everything on that Blue Note stage and I walked home still humming. The dress never made it past the entryway. Tell me I'm not the only one still wide awake?
Laps done, skin still warm from the sun, and Dixson isn't on until tonight at Blue Note — so the lounger and I have an understanding. My favorite way to save energy for a show. Come dry my back?
Mýa does the late set at Blue Note and I claimed the corner booth way too early, like always. This dress has been losing its argument with the leather since the first drink. Slide in next to me?
Día de los Muertos on Santa Monica Pier today — marigolds in my hands, glitter on my collarbones I'll never fully wash off. The altars are gorgeous but my top keeps sliding exactly where it wants to. Come hold the other bundle of flowers?
Rocky Horror sing-along at the little English cinema tonight, so the fishnets are on and the red lipstick is already winning. Time warp practice starts the second these heels cooperate. Come do the jump to the left with me?
Halloween finally gave me an excuse for the costume box, and the horns won before I even argued. The mask stays a mystery until someone earns it. Tell me what you'd pick for me if you were here?
Daley plays the late show at Blue Note and I still haven't managed to pick a single thing to wear. Getting dressed is going much slower than planned. Come over and decide for me?
Found it — a gold sequin dress from a vintage rack in Vienna for Discofieber at MuseumsQuartier tonight, and the zipper has already claimed one victory over me. I'm calling it a fitting, you'd call it a preview. Come zip me up?
Chali 2na at WUK tonight, so obviously I'm digging through record crates first thing — Vienna's shops are dangerous for my wallet. Found an old Jurassic 5 pressing and I'm not recovering from this. Come flip through the next stack with me?
Talib Kweli is at Blue Note tonight and my body decided showtime starts way before doors. So it's just me, the kitchen counter, and half a chocolate bar that never stood a chance. Come keep me company until the rest of the city wakes up?