Roast Battle at the Comedy Store tonight and I'm still torn between dressing sweet and dressing like I came to heckle the winner. Which one am I wearing out the door?
Roast Battle at the Comedy Store tonight and I'm still torn between dressing sweet and dressing like I came to heckle the winner. Which one am I wearing out the door?
Fleet Week rolled into town and the horizon is suddenly full of grey hulls — my dress did not sign up for this wind, though. Come stand in it with me, babe.
Halloween's over so I traded the candy for low tide and went tidepooling instead — my leggings lost the fight with a wave about two minutes in. Tell me you'd wade in with me, babe.
Locked in my plans for tonight — a darkened forest party with an elixir bar and mystical readings, so naturally I'm dressing like the bad omen. Come get lost in the trees with me, babe.
Dogoween at the Flower Pot is happening and my boy showed up in a pumpkin costume like it was his idea. I refuse to lose to a golden retriever in a bumblebee suit. Tell me my matching horns earn us extra points, babe.
Halloween high tea at La Valencia means finding a look that's spooky enough for the holiday and elegant enough for the silver service. I'm still working on the balance — which side of me are you betting on, babe?
The witch hat is the only part of the costume that made it past midnight. Come collect your treat, babe.
The fire pit's down to embers and everyone else called it a night. Still not ready to move. You'd stay out here with me, right?
Parked at the Cove overlook and the ocean isn't what's keeping me here. Tell me you'd get in the back, babe.
GRIM opens at the Playhouse tonight and I've had my dress picked out since before coffee — the zipper is just taking its time. Come flinch at the scary parts with me, babe.