Flower Piano just started at the botanical garden and there's a piano tucked behind every hedge like someone planted them there on purpose. Found one nobody was playing yet and I'm already wondering what you'd pick if I let you sit down at it. Tell me the song and I'll stay.
Soaking until the water goes cold because this week has been entirely too long and I refuse to let it follow me into bed. There's room for one more in here if you're still up.
Free Shakespeare in the Park is doing Antony and Cleopatra and watching her bring a man to his knees without lifting a finger has me taking notes. What would you surrender for the right woman?
R&B and Ribs is going off at The Midway later and I'm standing in front of my closet in my underwear trying to figure out what you can dance in and still get out of fast. Lloyd and Keri Hilson on the same stage has me already in the mood to move. Tell me what you want to see me in and I'll wear it for you.
Wandered into the Hungry Ghost Festival in Chinatown and everything smells like incense and paper offerings burning — the lanterns make the whole street glow like it belongs to the dead and I can't stop thinking about what kind of trouble they'd get into if they came back for one night. What kind of spirit would you be?
Downtown First Thursdays took over Second Street and I walked straight into a wall of bass and drag queens before I even knew what hit me. The kind of night that makes you want to stay out until you forget what day it is. Come find me in the mess.
Wide awake at the worst possible hour with nothing but cereal and bad ideas. You up too?
Eagles of Death Metal at The Fillmore on a Tuesday night and I already know this is going to be one of those shows that ruins me for the rest of the week. The chandeliers are shaking and I haven't even made it to the front yet — come find me in the crowd.
The long weekend is over and I'm standing in the kitchen pretending coffee will fix the fact that I don't want any of this to end. Still not wearing pants and honestly not planning to.
Just walked out of Spirited Away at the Castro and the whole street feels like it belongs to a different world now. Some movies don't let go of you for hours after. Walk through this one with me?