Isaac Delgado is tearing through his setlist and my feet stopped hurting about three songs ago. My hair gave up before I did. Tell me you'd keep up.
Isaac Delgado is tearing through his setlist and my feet stopped hurting about three songs ago. My hair gave up before I did. Tell me you'd keep up.
Bruno Mars is calling it The Romantic Tour and I took that personally — got dressed up like someone's supposed to notice. If he plays "Versace on the Floor" I might not make it home alone. You coming to find me?
Vizcaya's throwing a quinceañera tonight and I crashed it like it was mine — salsa already in my hips and the cake hasn't even come out yet. Find me on the dance floor before someone claims me for a song?
The light out here is doing all the work and this dress is barely holding up its end. One glass of juice left — want to come share it?
Empire of the Sun at Bayfront Park tonight and I've gone full glitter — if the show doesn't blind me first, my eyeshadow will. Door's open if you're walking this way.
Spent the evening at a voter registration table and now I'm one step closer to believing my own campaign posters. Watching people show up does something to you. You registered yet?
Rosalía tonight at Kaseya and this fitting room has seen every top in the store. Found a red one that finally feels right but I need someone else's eyes on it. Yes or no?
Jazz and a dark corner booth at The Betsy is a dangerous combination — especially when the pianist won't stop playing exactly the right notes. Come be the one I'm thinking about?
The Strokes at Hard Rock tomorrow and I've been sitting in this parking lot for ten minutes blasting Reptilia with the windows down like the whole lot needs to hear it. You coming with me or should I keep embarrassing myself alone?
My nurse costume still fits and I'm already taking appointments. Care to be my first patient?