Halloween eve and my costume went through six versions before I gave up and kept the best part. The horns stay on. The rest is negotiable. Coming as my plus one or what?
Halloween eve and my costume went through six versions before I gave up and kept the best part. The horns stay on. The rest is negotiable. Coming as my plus one or what?
Aerosmith, Guns N' Roses, Run-DMC — all in one night at the Bowl tomorrow, and my brain won't shut off about it. Tell me you'd stay up with me.
Phoebe Bridgers homecoming shows are this weekend and I'm doing my homework — crate deep in the records, in nothing but an old tour tee. Tell me what you wear to a show that's going to make you cry.
Shaboozey's at the Greek tonight and my body decided doors must already be open — so it's a bubble bath at an hour nobody sane is awake. Tell me you'd climb in and keep me company.
Doja Cat means full glam, and full glam takes all day — rhinestones are on, the dress is still on its hanger, and I'm in no hurry to change that. Somebody talk me into getting dressed before doors.
My Chemical Romance plays the Bowl and my old Black Parade-era jacket came out of retirement — buttons fighting me, eyeliner sharper than it needs to be. Some bands just make you want to be sixteen again, minus the bad decisions. Well, some of the bad decisions. Marching with me or staying home?
Modest Mouse at the Palladium and the taco stand bathroom had a line, so the backseat won. Full outfit change in a parking spot like a professional. Tell me I still look put together from the front.
Three shows in four days and my laundry basket is filing a formal complaint. Half this pile of black is beyond saving, but I'm doing just fine. Come over and help me sort the survivors from the casualties?
Home from the cemetery show with dust on my hem and my ears still ringing, and I am nowhere near ready for this to be over. Tell me you'd keep the night going with me?
Geese plays Hollywood Forever tonight, so the dress code wrote itself — all black, and the floor of my room looks like a crow exploded. I'm leaning toward the short one, but graveyard shows make people brave. Talk me out of it or don't.