Got home from the long weekend and the suitcase won but I'm not ready to call it. Want to see what's left of me after three days of not being responsible for anything?
Got home from the long weekend and the suitcase won but I'm not ready to call it. Want to see what's left of me after three days of not being responsible for anything?
The Greek festival's still going but I slipped down to the harbor with the bouzouki still buzzing in my chest and my top barely holding on. Want to see what all that dancing worked up?
The bonfire's down to embers and everyone else went back to the house. Nothing between me and the salt air now. You want to see how I'm holding onto the last night of the weekend?
The axe-throwing got competitive and now I'm back at the cabin with all that energy and none of my clothes. Want to see what a cold foggy night on the Mendocino coast does to me?
Jazz echoing across the harbor and my dress strap gave up about two songs ago. Stay for the last set with me?
Santa Ynez farm weekend starts tomorrow but I got here early enough to raid the tasting rooms first. Two glasses in and the whole ranch is mine — clothes didn't survive past the porch. Want to see what wine country does to me when no one's watching?
Packing for the mountains and somehow I've got more flannel than anything I'd actually wear out there. Want to help me narrow it down?
Labor Day weekend starts in two days and I've pulled half my closet onto the bed. Only thing I've actually put on is this — still deciding if it stays. What would you keep?
The candle burned out an hour ago and I'm still wide awake with the same song on repeat. Summer's almost over and I'm not ready to let it go quietly. Want to see how I'm sending it off?
Sonoma knows how to throw a pool party and I know how to lose a swimsuit. Want to see what pinot and a hundred degrees of sun does to me?