Insomnia made me do it — I just bought tickets to Dwight Yoakam at the Ryman and now I'm wide awake celebrating in the kitchen. Tell me you'd take the second ticket.
Insomnia made me do it — I just bought tickets to Dwight Yoakam at the Ryman and now I'm wide awake celebrating in the kitchen. Tell me you'd take the second ticket.
Saosin's playing their old record front to back at Brooklyn Bowl tonight and I've been humming it all afternoon. Got here early, claimed a lane-side bench, and my top has already lost the argument. Tell me you'd bowl a frame with me before doors.
Blue Monday at the Bluebird is tonight and I'm finally steaming the dress I keep promising myself I'll wear. Problem is I haven't put anything on yet either. Tell me you'd be my date for the blues.
Three Days Grace is at Bridgestone tonight and the old tour tee has gone missing somewhere in this closet. Jeans made it halfway up and lost. Tell me you'd climb in here and help me dig.
Blade Rave at Basement East tonight and I went full vampire for it — fangs in, all black, and the dress barely made it through the fit check. Come find me by the speakers and I'll save you a bite.
Broadway Rave's Halloween edition is tonight and I'm going as the only character I know every word to. Half a mask, all the attitude. Tell me you'd be my plus one tonight.
Rakim plays City Winery tonight and I refuse to show up without my old-school homework done — records out, headphones on, coffee still hot. Thirty years of verses to pick from and I keep replaying the same one. Tell me you'd sit on this floor and argue about the best one with me.
HARDY's Halloween show is tonight and the costume is still winning the argument — so far it's just the horns. Everything else is hanging right there, untouched. Tell me you'd come help me finish the look.
Star Wars night at the Predators game and I've decided the jersey counts as a whole outfit. Tell me you'd still sit next to me in the stands.
Dom Dolla's at the Pinnacle tonight and I'm pre-gaming the only way I know how — glitter, boots, and exactly nothing else. The bass hasn't even started and I'm already sweating. Come be the reason this glitter doesn't survive the night.