Halloween's tomorrow and the costume box ate my whole afternoon. Found last year's collar buried under the devil horns and now I'm not sure which one's the costume. Tell me what you'd dress me as.
Halloween's tomorrow and the costume box ate my whole afternoon. Found last year's collar buried under the devil horns and now I'm not sure which one's the costume. Tell me what you'd dress me as.
1925 Phantom of the Opera with live organ at Jacoby tonight, and I can't sleep because the costume won't pick itself. The laptop's the only light left on in here. What are you wearing to this one?
GWAR's going to destroy whatever I wear tonight anyway, so I'm taking my sweet time this morning. Tell me what you'd put me in if it's all going in the trash.
Bought a ticket to a clown Elvis tribute show tonight and it might be the worst best decision I've made all month. The Albatross has no idea what's coming. Tell me you'd come laugh at this with me.
Two very different nights on the table — Ghostbusters with a full orchestra at the Florida Theatre, or masked surf-punk chaos at Jack Rabbits. This ride was supposed to clear my head and it did the opposite. Pick my ticket for me?
Three shows tonight and I can only pick one — hardcore at the Albatross, rock at Jack Rabbits, or the rave at FIVE. Still in the kitchen with my coffee trying to decide. Which one am I wearing for you tonight?
There's an Exorcism rave at Myth tonight, so obviously I'm going as the demon. Costume's about half on and the fitting is going suspiciously well. Horns on or horns off, what's your vote?
Cake is playing the Amphitheatre down in St. Augustine tonight and I'm still in the kitchen making coffee for the drive. The dress is winning the argument against the jacket. Talk me into being late?
Sleep never stood a chance once those CupcakKe tickets went through — Saturday at FIVE is going to be gloriously unhinged. Until then it's just me, the lamp, and zero self-control. You're coming with me, right?
Five bands on one bill at The Oriole tonight, and I'm only just lacing the second boot. Punk nights like this always end with me way too close to the stage. Save me a spot down front?