Blues night at the Ritz has me digging through the closet for anything that isn't glitter, and the coffee isn't even done yet. The oversized tee is currently winning the outfit argument. Talk me into heels or talk me into boots?
Blues night at the Ritz has me digging through the closet for anything that isn't glitter, and the coffee isn't even done yet. The oversized tee is currently winning the outfit argument. Talk me into heels or talk me into boots?
Vampire's Kiss paint night at the little Dracula wine bar downtown, and my dress officially lost the argument — the paint is the whole costume now. Come hold the brush for the spots I can't reach?
Twenty cotton pads later and the sugar skull still won't fully surrender — the glitter is apparently moving in permanently. The paralegal shift starts soon and I look like a haunted art project. Tell me honestly, is it working for me?
One eye is already sugar skull, the other is still bare, and Ybor keeps the night alive straight through Day of the Dead tomorrow — so this look gets two days of life. Come be my other eye?
Halloween Eve bar crawl starts in two hours and the body paint ate the costume entirely — there was supposed to be more to this. You volunteering for the spots I can't reach?
Halloween is tomorrow and this costume exists in exactly one bodice and a lot of optimism so far. The rest is still on the cutting table where I abandoned it at 2 AM. Come pin the hem while I hold still.
Still buzzing from PeelingFlesh at the Orpheum and sleep is nowhere close to happening. You want to see what the encore looks like?
Steve Lacy is at Yuengling Center tonight and my thumb has been hovering over the ticket app since I walked in the door. The responsible paralegal in me is asleep — the rest of me is wide awake and making iced coffee about it. Talk me into it?
Alice Cooper at Ruth Eckerd Hall tonight, so the eyeliner rehearsal started before my coffee did — one eye is full shock-rock, the other looks like I lost a fight with the pen. Eight work hours stand between me and fixing it. Come judge my progress?
Rave glitter is still on my collarbones and instead of sleeping I'm packing a picnic basket — the Florida Orchestra plays free in a park across the bay and I refuse to miss it. Tell me you'd stake out grass with me.