Ballet at the Opera tonight, so I claimed a café table on Andrássy an hour early — ticket on the table, espresso going cold because the street is more interesting. Come warm my seat while I finish this, baby?
Ballet at the Opera tonight, so I claimed a café table on Andrássy an hour early — ticket on the table, espresso going cold because the street is more interesting. Come warm my seat while I finish this, baby?
Margaret Island turns into a river of lights tonight and I'm already two outfits deep trying to find one that survives the November chill. Come walk the dark paths with me, baby?
I gave the holiday weekend everything I had and my body refuses to admit it's over — warm milk on the stove, no trousers, and the kitchen all to myself. Come keep me company until my eyes get heavy, baby.
All Saints' Day and the whole city smells like candles — I'm bringing roses instead, obviously. Come light them with me after dark, baby.
Halloween night means three parties and a lot of black eyeliner, so I'm starting with a long hot shower while the city carves its pumpkins. The water is doing most of the work so far, baby. Come wash my back before the makeup takes over?
Alphaville tonight and "Forever Young" won't stop playing in my head — this shirt climbed out of the drawer on its own. Come sing every word with me, baby?
Tomorrow the zoo goes dark for Halloween and I'm still figuring out what counts as a costume and what's just me with paint on. Tell me where the brush should go next, daddy.
BUSH opens today and I've already got my wristband on and half the program circled — three days of unknown bands and club-hopping starts now. Come be my plus-one for the whole run, baby?
Sisters of Mercy at Dürer Kert and my body refuses to sleep before a show like this — so I'm doing a last fitting by lamplight instead. Too much black, daddy, or not enough?
Full rehearsal for Käärijä tonight — I've got the whole setlist running and the dress code apparently didn't make the cut. Come be my warm-up act, daddy.