Wandered into the Hungry Ghost Festival in Chinatown and everything smells like incense and paper offerings burning — the lanterns make the whole street glow like it belongs to the dead and I can't stop thinking about what kind of trouble they'd get into if they came back for one night. What kind of spirit would you be?
Downtown First Thursdays took over Second Street and I walked straight into a wall of bass and drag queens before I even knew what hit me. The kind of night that makes you want to stay out until you forget what day it is. Come find me in the mess.
Wide awake at the worst possible hour with nothing but cereal and bad ideas. You up too?
Eagles of Death Metal at The Fillmore on a Tuesday night and I already know this is going to be one of those shows that ruins me for the rest of the week. The chandeliers are shaking and I haven't even made it to the front yet — come find me in the crowd.
The long weekend is over and I'm standing in the kitchen pretending coffee will fix the fact that I don't want any of this to end. Still not wearing pants and honestly not planning to.
Just walked out of Spirited Away at the Castro and the whole street feels like it belongs to a different world now. Some movies don't let go of you for hours after. Walk through this one with me?
All that dancing left me buzzing and my clothes were off before I even made it to the bed. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
The Roxie is screening a whole festival of nothing but cat videos tonight and I walked right in without thinking twice. Sometimes the best plans are the dumb ones — come sit in the dark and laugh with me?
Walked right into the Pokémon World Championships setup spilling out of Moscone and suddenly I want to know everything about a game I've never played. Come be my player two?
The warm air on bare skin hits different when you're three floors up with the whole city glowing below you. Come up before someone else sees me like this.