My hotel room is right above Moscone and the streets are already flooding with people here for the championships — that buzz is coming straight up through the floor. Got a little carried away getting ready for tomorrow and now I can't decide if this outfit is too much or not enough. What do you think?
The Chapel is so packed I can feel the floor flex every time the kick drum hits, and Osees haven't slowed down once — my voice is already gone and I don't care. You ever let a whole set just rip through you like that?
Moscone's already half-transformed and the whole neighborhood is buzzing — trucks everywhere, banners going up, and the event doesn't even start for two more days. I came down just to look and now I can't wipe this grin off my face. You ever catch that pre-event electricity and just not want to go home?
Three thousand years of Egyptian gold glowing behind me and I'm the only one in this whole gallery — the exhibit light keeps catching my silk the same way it catches the treasure. Think I belong in a case too?
Giants are down two runs and honestly I'm not even watching anymore — the crowd does something to me on nights like this, everyone packed in and yelling and I'm just sitting here buzzing from all that energy. Tell me, do you get like this too when the stadium gets loud?
Got home and the only thing that made sense was sinking into this bath and letting the night dissolve off my skin. The water's still warm — want to come get in with me?
Gray Area's anniversary gala and the bass is so deep I can feel it in my ribs — the lights just dropped and the whole crowd melted into the dark. Find me before the next set starts.
That show had me laughing the whole way home — but somewhere between the last joke and my front door, the laughing turned into something else. My dress is already halfway off and I don't think I'm stopping. Want to be the one walking through that door?
Daniel Caesar is halfway through his set and every song is making me think about things that have nothing to do with music. What song always puts you in the mood?
There's a whole wall of paintings celebrating women who look like me — every curve unapologetic, every inch of skin painted like it deserves to be stared at. Standing here in nothing but this sheer top, I feel like I walked straight off one of those canvases. Want to come see the real thing?