The Bronx goes full Carnival of Nightmares for the Halloween parade and sleep never stood a chance against it, honey — so I've been up teaching myself a few new knots instead. Come hold the other end of the rope for me, sugar?
The Bronx goes full Carnival of Nightmares for the Halloween parade and sleep never stood a chance against it, honey — so I've been up teaching myself a few new knots instead. Come hold the other end of the rope for me, sugar?
Missed the last express and now it's just me and the pigeons holding down the platform, honey — the local takes forever and I do not wait well. Come keep me company till it pulls in, sugar?
Village Halloween Parade is coming and my costume is still just pins and a pile of fabric on that chair, honey — so I started the fitting with what I was born in. You wanna come pin the rest of it on me, sugar?
The Rocky Horror crowd doesn't do subtle and neither do I, honey — this corset is putting up one hell of a fight and I'm losing on purpose. Come tie the rest of it for me, sugar? 💅
The Balloon Museum's got this whole hall glowing like the inside of a neon dream, honey, and my slip dress decided the light was an invitation. You wanna come get lost in it with me, sugar?
Queens shut down 37th Avenue for a whole flower parade today, honey, and I'm up here playing dress-up with a crown of my own — this dress keeps slipping and I keep letting it. Come march with me, sugar?
Somebody's unloading a whole mountain of pumpkins onto Pier 6 while the harbor's still pink, and I've claimed the best spot on the waterfront to supervise. Come carve one with me before the crowds get here, sugar?
Fujikina's photo walk spit me out on the Lower East Side with a memory card full of strangers and not one decent shot of myself, honey — so I came home and fixed that. You wanna be my next subject, sugar?
The Wine & Food Festival took over the Seaport and I've been working the Grand Tasting since the gates opened, honey — this dress is one more pour away from losing the argument. Come be my designated walker home, sugar?
Open House New York's got three hundred buildings flung across five boroughs and not one of them knows what's coming, honey — my guidebook's flagged and my boots are waiting by the door. Come climb a rooftop with me, sugar?