Found out Kingfish is playing The Ritz tonight and the blues hasn't stopped since. This robe is as far as getting dressed has gotten — come pick what I wear tonight, baby?
Found out Kingfish is playing The Ritz tonight and the blues hasn't stopped since. This robe is as far as getting dressed has gotten — come pick what I wear tonight, baby?
There's a witchy little parody playing at the old downtown theatre tonight and the zipper on this dress is losing the argument. Somebody needs to finish the job before I change my mind — coming, baby?
Lawn seats to Ed Sheeran this weekend and I'm celebrating in exactly one piece of clothing. Coffee first, outfit crisis later. Rate the morning look, baby?
Halloween's over so the costume went in the wash and this little black dress came out instead — there's a country show at the Orpheum tonight and I fully intend to be the most trouble in the room. Walk me there, baby?
Bucs and Falcons at Raymond James today, so the jersey is knotted, the glitter is on, and the tailgate snacks are already packed. I scream loudest when I'm dressed like this — saving me a spot, baby?
Halloween morning and I'm still in yesterday's shirt with my coffee, pretending I have a plan for the noir party in Ybor tonight. Nothing about this look says decision made. Come be my plus one, baby?
Halloween eve has me so restless the costume never stood a chance. Already folded myself in half and I'm not even close to done — come make it worse, baby?
There's a haunted ship downtown — a real WWII vessel turned scare maze — and my claustrophobia is already losing its mind about the below-deck parts. Hold my hand through the tight spots, baby?
Started a horror marathon and my hands wandered off without me. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this, baby.
Steve Lacy's at Yuengling tonight and it's Halloween week, so the costume debate officially happened in my mirror. The devil won. Tell me I can pull this off, baby? 😏