Galería de Vicky Vette

Just scored Smashing Pumpkins tickets for Saturday at VyStar and decided that deserved a proper celebration. The clothes never stood a chance once the confirmation email landed. Tell me you're free Saturday night.

Candlebox at FIVE tonight and I've somehow made it to the mirror with the dress still hanging on the closet door. Getting ready is going very badly. Talk me into wearing anything at all?

This week is stacked — Candlebox and Sponge tomorrow, Toadies Wednesday, Combichrist Thursday at the Albatross. The dress is already losing the fight before I've left the house. Which night are you claiming?

Last-minute All Them Witches tickets for Ponte Vedra tonight, so lunch turned into a long, cold excuse to people-watch before the drive up. The sundress was pure coin-flip energy. You saving my seat or meeting me at the merch table?

WasabiCon's last day is today and my cosplay is currently held together by safety pins and stubbornness. One more fitting before I head downtown — rate it before I zip up?

Phish held me hostage well past three and the parking lot held me even longer. The dress made it home in one piece, more or less. Still awake, or is it just me and the nightstand lamp?

Five days flew by after all — Phish night is finally here and I still haven't picked a dress. The mirror isn't helping, it just likes me like this. Talk me into the short one?

Doing laundry at noon because tonight's Albatross show deserves better than the bottom of the hamper. Half of it's still in the dryer and I'm in no hurry to fold it. Should I even bother with a top tonight?

Thundercat at FIVE tonight and apparently my body decided the fridge comes before sleep. Raiding the kitchen in the dark in whatever I fell asleep in. You'd keep me company at this hour, wouldn't you?