Same team two nights in a row at home — today we rest, tomorrow we run it back. Coffee's doing its job and I'm not putting on real clothes until I absolutely have to. What would you do with a whole free day in Vegas?
Same team two nights in a row at home — today we rest, tomorrow we run it back. Coffee's doing its job and I'm not putting on real clothes until I absolutely have to. What would you do with a whole free day in Vegas?
Got back to Vegas still carrying that New York beatdown in my chest — 71 points, I don't even want to say it out loud. But tomorrow night we're home, and I already know what I'm putting on the line. You trust me on this one or not?
The only good thing about a Monday with no game is nobody needs anything from me until tomorrow. Wine's open, tank top's optional, and I'm not sharing either.
Two fighters in the cage and the only thing I can think about is how neither of them would last a round with me. Tell me I'm wrong.
Loss like that and I can't turn my brain off — so I found a better way to burn the energy off. You want to help, or are you just going to sit there while I take matters into my own hands?
Kali Uchis is at T-Mobile tonight and I've had the playlist shaking my walls for the last hour. Still haven't decided what I'm wearing, which means I'm standing here in next to nothing and honestly not in a rush to change that. You coming with me, or are you just here to watch me get ready?
Friday night and Vegas is already screaming outside my window — I'm still standing in my closet trying to decide which dress earns the night. Maybe you can help me pick what comes off last.
Friday morning is the one part of the Vegas week that still belongs to me — no crowds, no schedule, just the coffee brewing and nowhere I have to be for hours. Didn't see the point in putting anything on for a morning like this. You're not getting any of this coffee, but I might let you watch.
Aces are on the road tonight and I've got the couch to myself — no reason to wear a single thing while I watch them handle business. You're welcome to sit in, but you're not touching the remote. Or me. Not until I say so.
Spread just dropped for tomorrow's Aces game and I've already got a read on it — but my heart rate's still 130 from that workout and I can't be bothered to put clothes back on yet. You think you could keep up with my picks and the view at the same time?