Hocus Pocus Festival is closing out at Factory Town and I chose the bass over an early night — this mesh top was never built to survive a headline set. Come find me near the speakers?
Hocus Pocus Festival is closing out at Factory Town and I chose the bass over an early night — this mesh top was never built to survive a headline set. Come find me near the speakers?
Día de Muertos deserved better than a rushed Catrina, so the candles are lit and the sugar skull paint is only half finished. The rest of the look is still very much up for debate. Come sit with me by the ofrenda?
Vampire Ball at the museum tonight and I'm only half into the costume — lips done, fangs in, dress losing the argument. Convince me the zipper can wait a little longer.
It's officially Halloween and this is how a grown entrepreneur celebrates — cereal straight from the box, glitter still on, nothing else on. The costume can wait a few more hours. Keep me company until then?
Nobody else is crazy enough to be in here before the sun, and I'm not even mad about it — last set before Halloween weekend starts for real. Spot me?
Halloween's this weekend and I've been trying on costume pieces for hours — somewhere along the way the costume stopped being the point. Tell me if I'm allowed to finish.
Squeezed in a late session before Álvaro Díaz at the Fillmore — the barbell got me first and the show gets whatever's left of me. Tell me I'll make it to the encore.
Deering Estate is running a moonlight kayak tour and I claimed a boat before they filled up — life vest over the swimsuit, moon doing the rest. Paddle next to me?
The South Beach Seafood Festival is running all weekend and I got here before the lines did — first stop is whatever's coldest behind the bar. Pull up a chair next to me?
Bombargo's at ZeyZey in an hour and the dress won before the makeup did — one strap already gave up on me. Save me a spot by the bar?