Galleria di Taylor Vixxen

Purple Reign just closed at Planet Hollywood and I'm still humming it on the way out. This dress gave up on staying up somewhere around the second encore and I stopped fighting it. Tell me your favorite Prince song — mine just changed.

Top down on the freeway and so am I — the trucker in the next lane got the whole show and I'm still smiling about his horn. Vegas afternoons were made for this. Honk if you'd have looked too?

UB40 at Brooklyn Bowl tonight and Red Red Wine has been stuck in my head since I woke up, so I'm taking the theme literally. The Halloween glitter is finally off and honestly the jeans were optional after that. Pour you a glass?

Halloween in Vegas is the one night my idea of a costume doesn't start an argument. Horns on, boots going on, and the night is still wide open. Save me a dance?

Smashing Pumpkins at MGM Grand tonight and I'm still arguing with myself whether this counts as a costume. Too much or not nearly enough?

Bryan Adams acoustic at the Wynn tonight and I'm pre-gaming with a cocktail I'm barely dressed to make. Still need to figure out what goes on before I leave — help me pick?

Mary J. Blige at Dolby Live and I'm toasting to a woman who never once took no mess. This dress left its entire back at home on purpose. You're buying the next round, right?

Bee Gees tribute at Excalibur tonight and I'm already harmonizing in the back of this rideshare. The strap lost the argument before the first chorus. Sing with me?

Coffee's poured and tonight is already a coin toss — Tim McGraw at Caesars or Charli XCX at MGM Grand. The robe never stood a chance once the sun came up. Which show am I singing along to?

Made it off the couch after all — Deltron is wrecking House of Blues right now and I claimed a spot right at the rail. The bass is doing more to this dress than I am. Come find me?