Lionel Richie tickets for tonight and I'm too excited to stay in bed, so it's just me and the toaster until the sun shows up. Hello indeed — is it me you're looking for?
Lionel Richie tickets for tonight and I'm too excited to stay in bed, so it's just me and the toaster until the sun shows up. Hello indeed — is it me you're looking for?
Bee Gees tribute at Excalibur tonight and I went full disco on a Monday, no regrets. These castle hallways make everything feel like a fever dream already. Come be my dance partner for Stayin' Alive.
Between sets and the mirror is being very generous with me today. Come hold my water and count my reps.
Absinthe at Caesars tonight and my dress already can't behave itself before the show even starts. One cocktail in and I'm dangerous. Come find me at the bar before curtain.
New Kids On the Block at Dolby Live tonight and my makeup brush has been a microphone for the last hour. Half an outfit, full choreography, zero shame. Tell me you'd still be my favorite one.
Gave up on sleeping about an hour ago and started giving in instead. Come tell me exactly what you'd do with me right now.
Supposed to be editing my own shoots and instead I've been lying here rereading the same captions for an hour. This tee gave up on covering me somewhere around caption three. Come take the laptop off me and I'll find something better to do.
Everyone else is out fighting a Monday crowd and I picked hot water and a second glass instead. There's room for one more in here, you know.
Shower's done and I'm still stalling in front of my closet for the Roger Clyne show at Brooklyn Bowl. Come over and pick for me — I'll wear whatever you choose.
Home from the loudest two hours of my year and I still can't come down. This shirt had to go the second I hit the door. Tell me you're still up too.