Chinatown's already stringing up lanterns for the Moon Festival and the whole street is glowing before the party even starts. Tell me you'll come find me here this weekend.
Chinatown's already stringing up lanterns for the Moon Festival and the whole street is glowing before the party even starts. Tell me you'll come find me here this weekend.
First one through the clinic door and the whole place is mine for about twenty more minutes. Scrubs on, coffee going cold, a week of faces waiting on that screen. Tell me what gets you out of bed on a Monday.
Season started right and I'm in no hurry to leave this corner. Good pour, quiet bar, whole weekend ahead — tell me what you're toasting to.
Twelve pianos scattered through the Botanical Garden and I walked into one playing itself — or at least that's how it felt with nobody around and the light doing all the work. Fridays should always start like this. Tell me what you'd play if you found one.
The Shins opened like a dare and Weezer played like they had something to prove. Walked home with the bass still in my ribs and zero interest in coming down yet. Tell me you stayed up for something good.
Ducked out of the clinic between cases and walked into a GaHee Park show that stopped me cold — she paints faces without correcting a single line. Tell me what you see when you really look at someone.
Three days until the Niners open in Melbourne and I'm too wired to sleep. Nothing on but the game glow and a long Monday finally letting go. Care to stay up with me?
Monday morning and the criterium's already tearing through Levi Strauss Plaza before I've had my second sip. Watching these cyclists grind before eight makes my morning run feel like a warm-up lap. Tell me you're an early riser too.
City's gone quiet and the whiskey's doing its job. Standing here in nothing but lamplight and my own thoughts — some nights you don't want to be the only one awake. Tell me you're up too.
The canvas ate the whole night and I didn't notice until the light changed. Nothing on but paint and these old sweats — some things you can only create when there's no one watching. Want to be the exception?