Freaky Deaky hangover is real — voice gone, glitter in places glitter shouldn't be, and this coffee is my entire personality right now. But The Linda Lindas are at Mohawk tonight and my body says couch while my heart says pit. Talk me into one of them?
Back from night two and ILLENIUM's closing set is still buzzing in my ears — the paint barely survived the pit, and neither did my voice. Happy Halloween, y'all. Come help me get the rest of this off?
Paint's finally finished, horns are on, and I'm walking out the door to Freaky Deaky night two — ILLENIUM and SLANDER have no idea what's coming. Find me in the crowd?
Halloween body paint for Freaky Deaky is half done and I'm running out of excuses to keep standing here naked. Want to finish the rest, or just watch me try?
Freaky Deaky tomorrow and I've got the lineup pulled up, the choker on, and zero plans to sleep until I've mapped every set I can't miss. Tell me what I'm wearing — or what I'm not.
Early gym session because Chris Stussy at Concourse tonight means zero sitting still allowed — my legs are already filing complaints. You gonna stand there and watch, or make yourself useful?
Squeezed in a lift before Teddy Swims at Moody tonight and the endorphins are doing all my decision-making now. Talk me into front row, or into saving my voice for the encore?
Signed up for beginner two-step night at Sagebrush on a whim and I'm officially the worst one on the floor — my boots don't care, they're having the time of their lives. Come be my next partner?
Sawyer Hill's at Scoot Inn tonight and I should be asleep by now — but this mix had other plans and I'm not mad about it. Come make me close the laptop, or tell me one more track won't hurt.
Doors for Glaive at Emo's aren't for hours and this felt like a much better way to burn the afternoon. Talk me into getting dressed — or don't.