Kacey's at Moody Center and I got ready way too early — this dress lost the argument about leaving things to the imagination. Bet you couldn't behave sitting next to me.
Kacey's at Moody Center and I got ready way too early — this dress lost the argument about leaving things to the imagination. Bet you couldn't behave sitting next to me.
Couldn't sleep so I'm out in the garage oiling my tack before Zilker round two — midnight chores hit different in nothing but boots and a hat. Come hold the light for me?
Three days of festival dust needed a proper send-off, so I'm soaking until my fingers prune. The weekend's over but I'm not ready to be done yet — come keep me company?
Final day of weekend one and I got my ride in before Zilker takes me back — tank's soaked through and I'm not sorry. Tell me which stage you're holding down while I finish up here.
Lorde just walked off and the whole park is buzzing waiting for the headliner — day two has me sweatier and happier than yesterday ever did. Come find me in this crowd before the lights drop.
Day one of ACL is in the books and I made it home still buzzing — boots are caked in Zilker dust and I'm in no hurry to be done with tonight. Come help me out of this outfit, festival style.
Zilker opens today and the forecast wants to drown the whole thing — good thing I've got boots and zero shame about getting muddy. Which stage are we starting at?
Doors at Stubb's aren't for hours and I'm already dressed with the whole night still ahead of me — maybe I got ready for the wrong kind of trouble. Tell me what you'd make me late for.
Gym's handled and Jo's was the only stop I'd allow on the way home — iced coffee in hand, legs done, whole street's mine. Tell me you'd carry my gym bag.
The whole weekend finally caught up with me and now I'm wide awake raiding the fridge in nothing but an old band tee. This shirt gave up on covering me somewhere around the second leftover slice. Come over and deal with it.