Mistletoe Marketplace opens tomorrow and I'm already deep in a dress rehearsal with half my closet on the floor — the slip dress is losing badly and I'm not mad about it. Bet you'd carry my bags all day.
Mistletoe Marketplace opens tomorrow and I'm already deep in a dress rehearsal with half my closet on the floor — the slip dress is losing badly and I'm not mad about it. Bet you'd carry my bags all day.
Halloween is officially over and I'm doing a full audit of the candy haul — the good pieces keep vanishing before they make it into the pile. Come claim your favorite before I eat it too.
Whiskers are on, ears are on, and the rest of tonight's costume is still losing the argument with me in the mirror. Tell me you'd be trouble at my door tonight.
HALNMALOWEEN sent me home with more candy than sense and a costume that's barely hanging on. Come pick what I eat first.
"Misty Blue" on the turntable and I can't get through the first verse without my hands going somewhere they shouldn't — the Duling Hall tribute tomorrow is going to be trouble if I'm already this far gone. Come be my encore.
Hal & Mal's has jazz tonight and I picked the dress that whispers instead of shouts — it's already sliding off one shoulder and I haven't even left the apartment. Save me the corner table.
Bourbon Festival at the art museum is Thursday and my practice pour has already gotten out of hand — this shirt never stood a chance. Save me a taste.
Red Beans & BBQ Festival hits Belhaven tomorrow and my strategy is locked in: stretchy waistband, zero shame about going back for thirds. The overalls are already fighting me though. Bet you'd carry my tray.
Emo Night at Hal & Mal's is finally tonight and my hairbrush has been my microphone since breakfast — I know every word and have zero shame about it. Bet you'd fight me for the last verse.
Emo Night karaoke at Hal & Mal's is tomorrow and I'm already halfway into the look — the eyeliner is winning and the tee is barely buttoned for a reason. Bet you'd duet with me.