Michael Jackson ONE is tonight and I still haven't picked an outfit — or decided if wearing one is even on the table. Come over and break the tie for me?
Michael Jackson ONE is tonight and I still haven't picked an outfit — or decided if wearing one is even on the table. Come over and break the tie for me?
Step by Step has been running through my head all practice — New Kids on the Block plays Dolby Live tonight and I'm not missing it for anything. You're screaming the harmonies with me later, right?
TLC, Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue at Fontainebleau tonight and I've been standing in front of my closet forever — nothing in there is worthy of 1992. Come over and pick for me?
Empire of the Sun at Planet Hollywood tonight and I'm already planning the glitter — coffee first, though. You doing the lights with me or what?
Alarm goes off in three hours and here I am in the dark kitchen mixing bottles for a hundred miles in the saddle tomorrow. Sleep quit on me before the training did. Tell me I'm not the only one awake right now.
Alarm's set for a dawn swim and clothes never stood a chance — still working the last of the soreness out of my shoulders. Come finish what the foam roller started?
South Point 400 just wrapped and the whole lot is still rumbling — I claimed the tailgate and the jacket gave up somewhere around the final laps. You staying for one more beer or driving me home?
Halfway into this gown and the makeup's only finished on one eye — Diana Ross at the Wynn is worth every minute of the scramble. How do I look from back there?
The dayclubs took over the whole city for the weekend and I claimed my spot at the pool before the DJs even showed up — this bikini was the entire outfit decision. Come take the lounger next to me.
The pros take over the pickleball courts this afternoon, so I got mine in early — my serve is filthier than anything you'll see on that tour. Bet you couldn't return it.