Funk Rock Hotel takes over Quantic all weekend and I still can't pick which night owns me — so I'm stretching the decision out in the courtyard while the dogs pretend to supervise. Come help me choose?
Funk Rock Hotel takes over Quantic all weekend and I still can't pick which night owns me — so I'm stretching the decision out in the courtyard while the dogs pretend to supervise. Come help me choose?
Holograf plays Hard Rock tonight and I woke up already too excited to stay in bed — coffee first, decisions later. The shirt lost the fight with my shoulder somewhere between the kettle and the mug. Tell me you'd take the second cup.
Uriah Heep takes over Laminor Arena tonight and my body flat-out refuses to sleep through the waiting. This old band tee was supposed to be pajamas, not a decision. Come keep me company until doors open?
Monday blues, the good kind — the band at Quantic is on break and I'm nowhere near done with this night. Tell me you'd have grabbed the seat next to mine.
Red and black, exactly like the dress code demands — the witch finally left the workshop and the corset won every argument tonight. Tell me you'll be there when midnight gets haunted.
SoNoRo opens at the Royal Dining Room tonight and this burgundy number is only half zipped — still deciding if the rest of me makes it inside that museum on time. Come help me with the zipper?
Devil costume passed the mirror test, failed the stretch test. Catch me before I disappear into the crowd.
The costume for tomorrow's party kept coming off piece by piece and now the face paint's only half done and I stopped caring. Want to help me decide what stays on?
Found out there's a Thriller tribute this weekend and now I'm out in the courtyard learning the zombie dance — my three dogs are officially my toughest audience yet. Tell me you'd still dance with me.
Visual kei band tonight and I'm going full dramatic with the eyeliner — the shirt already lost its buttons' fight an hour ago. Tell me the look is too much, I dare you.