The fall jazz lineup just dropped and Miles Davis gets a whole centenary night — I've been up with my coffee longer than I meant to be, picking which shows are mine. Come claim the second ticket?
The fall jazz lineup just dropped and Miles Davis gets a whole centenary night — I've been up with my coffee longer than I meant to be, picking which shows are mine. Come claim the second ticket?
Halloween tonight and my costume is just horns and audacity. Come tell me I'm still allowed through the door.
The last Cinelibri screening put something in my head I can't shake, and my hands wandered before I even made it past the couch. Come finish what the film started?
The Reverie duo left Spanish guitar running through my head the whole way home, so the evening ended under a hot shower instead of under a blanket. The towel isn't promising to hold much longer — come dry my hair for me?
Cinelibri has been running for days and I've circled more films than I have evenings for. Decisions come easier like this — come help me pick which screening we skip?
The vinyl market is tomorrow and my whole crate is spread across the floor while I decide what's worth upgrading. I keep getting distracted by the ones I'll never give up. Come flip through them with me?
The wine fest opens its gates this afternoon and I'm hunting down the good glasses before I go — some things you don't trust to plastic. Come pour with me later?
A folk-fusion concert is coming to the House of Culture and my hips learned the steps before I did — barefoot rehearsal, skirt doing most of the work. Come be my partner for the real thing?
Turandot is on Friday and Nessun dorma has been living in my head all evening — the living room is getting the full performance and the neighbors the free version. Come claim the seat next to me for the real one?
The science festival is almost here and picking which talks to catch has turned into a full-contact sport — the AI panel is winning so far. Come lie on the floor and argue the schedule with me?