Fleet Week starts tomorrow and the ships are already lined up in the harbor — I got here so early for my shift that the bay put on a private show just for me. Come stand at the rail with me, baby?
Fleet Week starts tomorrow and the ships are already lined up in the harbor — I got here so early for my shift that the bay put on a private show just for me. Come stand at the rail with me, baby?
The Coronado Island Film Festival opens this week and I'm building my schedule like it's a final exam — dramas first, everything else can wait. This is the one nerdy side of me nobody sees, honey. Which screening am I dragging you to?
Beer Week kicks off Friday and instead of resting after my shift I'm cross-legged on my bed building the perfect brewery route. This old tee is the only thing that survived the day, honey. Which stop do I put you down for first?
The Grand Tasting on Saturday has been living rent-free in my head, so I'm rehearsing with the last of the pan de muerto for breakfast. You'd split the whole tasting menu with me, wouldn't you, baby?
Half my face is painted and the marigolds are already in my hair — Día de los Muertos is the one day my whole heart goes home to Colombia. Come be my date in Barrio Logan, baby.
Fangs in, cape on, and the Gaslamp is absolutely packed for Halloween night — I'm heading straight for the loudest bar on Fifth. Come find me in the crowd, handsome.
Halloween's tomorrow and I've been trying on costumes all morning — the fangs stayed on but everything else came off. Tell me which version of me you'd take home, baby.
Colombian cumbia legends are playing tonight and my heart is already back in Medellín — I've been dancing around my room instead of finishing getting dressed for my shift. You'd spin me around the floor tonight, wouldn't you, baby?
Halloween is in three days and I finally committed to a costume — my favorite show is getting the tribute it deserves, fangs and all. First test run and honestly the look might be dangerous, honey. Would you let me bite you?
One more episode turned into five and sleep is officially cancelled — this shirt stopped being pajamas somewhere around episode three. Come distract me, baby.