New Kids on the Block at Dolby Live tonight, so I've been rehearsing boyband choreography in my living room like the last fan standing. The oversized tee is the whole outfit, don't look too closely. Baby, learn the moves with me or just enjoy the show from the couch?
There's a prog rock show at Virgin Hotels tonight and these odd time signatures have me dancing between eyeliner strokes — the zipper already lost the fight with this dress. Baby, tell me my wings behave tonight or hope they don't?
Three hours of falsetto and glitter and these sequins still refuse to behave — the straps gave up on the walk back to the room. Baby, come unzip me or make me sing you one more chorus first?
Dirty Heads play poolside at Red Rock tonight and my bed has completely drowned in swimsuit options. Baby, pick one for me or pick it off me later?
TLC, Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue on one stage at Fontainebleau tonight, so naturally I'm rehearsing moves nobody asked for while my coffee goes cold. Baby, are you dancing with me or just watching me warm up?
The heels lost the argument before the dress even got zipped, and now the zipper is going the wrong way entirely. Baby, talk me out of this dress or into it?
Lost track of time editing tonight and now the shower is the only thing still awake with me. Baby, come wash my back or keep me in here longer?
Told myself one quick game before bed, and the bed had other ideas about the dress code. Baby, join my lobby or make me put something on?
Snarky Puppy brings the funk to Brooklyn Bowl tonight and I've been warming up in the kitchen until my hips found the bassline. Baby, come be my dance floor or save me a spot down front?
Roger Clyne had me two-stepping in rental bowling shoes all night and now the lanes are empty and I'm not remotely ready for it to be over. Baby, one more frame with me or take me home?