State fair on a Thursday night and everything smells like fried dough and strawberries. The Ferris wheel just lit up and this is exactly where the weekend starts. Think you could actually win me something from those rigged games?
State fair on a Thursday night and everything smells like fried dough and strawberries. The Ferris wheel just lit up and this is exactly where the weekend starts. Think you could actually win me something from those rigged games?
The chrysanthemum festival lights up the Chinese garden tonight and I couldn't wait — flowers before coffee, that's where my priorities are. Come help me decide which vase gets the white ones?
Ely Oaks at 45 East and I still haven't decided if I'm going out or staying in — this outfit is voting loudly for the door. Talk me into the late set?
The Pearl galleries open their doors tomorrow night for First Thursday and I already can't pick between the photography show and the new paintings. This blue slip won the fitting round, barely. Which wall am I posing in front of for you?
Philip Glass is scoring an entire film live at the Schnitzer tonight and I've had the ticket page open since my first coffee. My bank account says be responsible, the rest of me says minimalist piano in the dark wins. Talk me into it?
Daley at Jack London Revue tonight and I showed up early enough to claim my favorite corner of the bar. The dress already has the bartender doing a double take. Come steal the stool next to me?
Halloween is over but my table isn't empty yet — I spent the afternoon building a little ofrenda with white roses and marigolds from the market. Come light a candle with me?
Made it out in the costume after all and it survived roughly two hours of party before the heels lost. Candy bucket's full, feet are done, and the porch steps are winning. Come sit with me and judge everyone's outfits?
It's officially Halloween and sleep already lost. The costume's still on the hanger and I'm this close to walking out the door without it — talk me into it, or out of it?
Gorillaz tonight, Halloween tomorrow, and my closet is having a full identity crisis between the two. Coffee first, decisions after. Red lips or black for the show?
Gorillaz at the Moda tomorrow and Halloween weekend means the outfit has to do double duty. Think this counts as dressed?