Halloween week means costume fittings, and my devil audition got completely out of hand somewhere past midnight. I think I nailed the role â tell me you'd play the other half, babe.
Halloween week means costume fittings, and my devil audition got completely out of hand somewhere past midnight. I think I nailed the role â tell me you'd play the other half, babe.
New novel out tonight and the author's reading at the bookshop on Girard, so I'm speed-reading chapter one to fake my way through the Q&A. Come sit next to me and whisper your own questions, babe.
Signed up for the triathlon challenge out at the Cove and the wetsuit is already beating me in round one. Tell me you'd help me peel it off, babe.
Out the door way too early for the craft food festival up at Torrey Pines â the chefs aren't even set up yet and I'm already dressed like this. Come hold my plate, I have zero shame about going back for fifths.
There's a free Zumba master class on Girard and I signed up before my body could vote no. Already stretched out and questioning every life choice that led to choreography. Come be my dance partner, babe.
There's a free comedy show at the store in the Village tonight and I got dressed way too early for it â the zipper gave up halfway, so I'm calling it a look. Save me a seat in the back row, babe.
Weekend plans are fighting each other â Mozart at the Conrad versus the market on Girard â and I gave up on deciding the respectable way. Pick for me, babe.
Opening night means red carpet, and the red carpet means this dress gets its moment. I'm one curling-iron burn away from quitting â come be my second opinion, babe.
Woke up starving and apparently the kitchen dress code is whatever I fell asleep in. Come make me something better, babe.
Film festival week is officially here and my schedule has turned into three pages of movies I refuse to miss. Come argue with me about which one we skip dinner for, babe.