The big tree shows up at Rockefeller soon and I'm doing a trial run of my winter layers early. The coat passes. What's under it is still up for debate — what would you vote to keep?
The big tree shows up at Rockefeller soon and I'm doing a trial run of my winter layers early. The coat passes. What's under it is still up for debate — what would you vote to keep?
Free night at the Whitney tonight — DJ, gallery tours, and a dance class I fully intend to be terrible at in public. Two dresses on the closet door and I still can't pick. You get a vote.
Bryant Park turned the rink on for the season and I had the first laps all to myself before the city woke up. The laces are fighting me — come hold my balance?
The exhibition in the East Village ran long and I came home with more thoughts than clothes on. The bed got me before the lights did. Tell me you'd have made it back with me.
Halloween's finally packed away and the whole apartment smells like the candle I refuse to blow out. The kettle's still hot — come share the last cup with me?
The marathon left half of Manhattan wrapped in silver and I rescued a blanket off the barricades on my way home. It's doing all the work my clothes usually do. Come warm up under the edge?
The parade spat me out hours ago and I still haven't washed the glitter off. The costume gave up somewhere around the second bridge — I'm only keeping the parts that stayed. Come help with the rest of the cleanup?
Costume's half done, the candy for the trick-or-treaters is sorted, and somewhere between the two I gave up on clothes completely. Come hold the last piece steady while I finish it?
Settled into the garden early for the monster movie tonight and the blanket already took half my dress as a toll. Come take the other half before the screen lights up?
Found out there's free rowing on the harbor tonight and dug my old workout shorts out of the bottom drawer — they have gotten very generous with their opinions. Pier 40, dock two. Come row behind me?