The unlimited prosecco cruise at Pier 36 starts pouring soon and so far the only thing I've managed to pick is my coffee. Talk me into a dress — or out of one?
The unlimited prosecco cruise at Pier 36 starts pouring soon and so far the only thing I've managed to pick is my coffee. Talk me into a dress — or out of one?
The Rockettes are back at Radio City and obviously I'm going in red sequins — the dress is only half on because I keep getting distracted in the mirror. Come finish zipping me up?
The free Garment District walking tour turned dangerous fast — I walked out with red silk that was absolutely not on my student budget and definitely not for class. Guess what I'm making first. Come hold the other end of the measuring tape?
Halloween's over, the costume finally came off, and the clocks just handed me an extra hour — I found a much better use for it than sleeping. Come take it from me?
Screamed my voice out on First Avenue for the marathon and my feet gave up somewhere around mile twenty — so the tub won the argument. Care to keep me company?
Rope is the whole costume this year and I've been knotting since lunch — the parade has no idea what's coming. Come tell me if the lines sit even?
Last night's paint test made it through the sheets better than I expected. Come help me redo the spots that wore off?
Village Halloween Parade is Saturday and my costume this year is just paint — testing the whole thing tonight and it takes forever to dry. You'd help me with the spots I can't reach, wouldn't you?
The Halloween Tree Walk down on the Lower East Side has me completely hooked, and this little dress keeps losing arguments with every branch I pass. My candy bag is heavier than my patience now. Come catch up with me before the candy runs out?
The Vampire Ball at Industry City on Friday has a blood rave and I just found the cape that seals the deal — trying the whole thing on in the tiniest fitting room in Brooklyn right now. Tell me this is the one.