The whole city is yelling about Zeus at E11EVEN and I'm over here genuinely tempted by a lute concert instead — one guy, one giant guitar, zero bass drops. Talk me out of my Renaissance era?
The whole city is yelling about Zeus at E11EVEN and I'm over here genuinely tempted by a lute concert instead — one guy, one giant guitar, zero bass drops. Talk me out of my Renaissance era?
E11EVEN put Iron Lyon on tonight and apparently Tuesdays count as a weekend now, so the green dress is going on one complaint at a time. Zip me up or talk me into staying in?
Halloween weekend is officially filed away, so I'm closing it out the only way that works — a late swim with nobody around but me and the pool light. The water's perfect and I'm feeling generous tonight. Come talk me into one more lap?
Glitter's officially washed off and now the real Sunday dilemma — Rocky Horror at the Bandshell or that free house set in Wynwood before eight. Which one am I wearing the green dress for?
Hocus Pocus closing day is tonight and Eric Prydz is on the bill, but my body and this glitter are both filing formal complaints. Rally me or talk me into one more hour of this couch?
Club Space put Bedouin and Seth Troxler back to back on Halloween and my body decided dawn was the right time to wake up ready. Still in his old band tee and absolutely nothing else, marathon starts at eleven. Talk me into a nap or talk me into starting early?
Hocus Pocus opens at Factory Town tonight and I'm already beta-testing my glitter situation at an hour nobody should be awake. Five stages, one of me — think it survives the night?
Found my Halloween costume in the back of the closet and honestly it was always going to be this one — some outfits are basically a confession. House call, or are you dragging me straight to the party?
Two shows in this city tonight and I can't pick a side, so I'm letting the pool and this juice make the call. Which ticket am I buying?
E11EVEN kept me out past midnight and now my favorite nine inches are saying hello the only way I like — throat first. My mouth does all the talking tonight, want a turn?