Churchill's has a whole punk lineup tonight and apparently the dress code is destroy something first. The fishnets never stood a chance — tell me you'd finish the job.
Churchill's has a whole punk lineup tonight and apparently the dress code is destroy something first. The fishnets never stood a chance — tell me you'd finish the job.
Premios Billboard is downtown tonight and apparently my body wanted a head start on the excitement. Cereal at the counter with my tiny supervisor while the whole city sleeps. Tell me you'd be up with me.
Latin Music Week has all of Wynwood moving and I still haven't committed to a single thing for tonight. Tell me you'd vote before I leave like this.
Emkay doesn't go on until midnight and E11EVEN doesn't quit until the sun does, so tonight has no end time. Halfway there and the dress is already misbehaving. Say you're meeting me at the rail.
This night just got a second wind out of nowhere — 50 Cent is at LIV and apparently I'm going. The dress won, but the zipper is losing badly. You'd already have the car running downstairs, wouldn't you?
Sunday's big decision: a daytime set at ZeyZey or TINI at Kaseya tonight — and the kitten has already voted for staying in this bed all day. Tell me which one you'd drag me to.
Kaseya Center gets Farruko and Myke Towers tonight and my pregame apparently starts with the blender, not the closet. Save me a spot by the rail.
Journey tonight and this is as far as three outfit changes have gotten me. Tell me you'd still get me to the arena before the encore.
Free jazz at a hotel piano bar tonight and I'm already doing the dangerous part — dressing up for a place with no cover charge and very dim lighting. Tell me you'd be buying the second round.
Sunrise class is taught and my own mat is still waiting for me, but the shower got there first. Tell me you'd hand me the towel.