Halloween's officially over and my face is only half painted for the Mission procession tonight — one sugar skull eye done, the rest still bare. Come be my other side of the calavera?
Halloween's officially over and my face is only half painted for the Mission procession tonight — one sugar skull eye done, the rest still bare. Come be my other side of the calavera?
Costume survived the night and the Castro block party is only hours away — I'm doing final touch-ups in exactly what I plan to wear tonight. The dress keeps slipping worse than my eyeliner. Tell me I look like the whole party's bad idea?
Just found out Big Wild plays the Palace of Fine Arts tomorrow night, so this costume suddenly has two deadlines and one hot glue gun. Come hold something steady for me?
Halloween Eve at the de Young is hours away and my costume is still in pieces all over this bed — I got distracted somewhere between the fishnets and nothing else. Tell me what I should be tonight?
Terror Vault had me screaming all the way home and the adrenaline still hasn't let go — my costume didn't make it past the door either. Want to see what all that fear turns into?
Crossing the bay for Gorillaz tonight and the shower got to me before the closet did. Come help me pick what little I'm wearing to Oakland?
The Fillmore gets Slow Pulp later and I'm still wide awake in nothing but my headphones. Talk me into closing my eyes?
Phoebe Bridgers takes Chase Center later and I gave up on sleeping hours ago — now it's just me, a box of cereal, and the fridge light doing all the work. Come sit on this counter with me until doors?
SOFI TUKKER takes over the Cow Palace tonight and sleep lost that fight hours ago — so I'm on my mat getting every muscle loose for the dance floor instead. Come warm up with me?
TR/ST spins Great American Music Hall tomorrow and my midnight snack is burning on the stove while I learn every bassline in nothing but an open flannel. Come sweat it out next to me?