Every show on the Strip starts in an hour and I haven't put a single thing on yet. Some nights the best decision is staying exactly like this. Tell me you wouldn't do the same.
Every show on the Strip starts in an hour and I haven't put a single thing on yet. Some nights the best decision is staying exactly like this. Tell me you wouldn't do the same.
Getting ready for tonight and I haven't even picked an outfit yet — some of us don't need one to start trouble. You want to help me choose?
Three stadium shows tonight and the Strip's already vibrating — meanwhile I'm in my roasting space with nothing but an apron and a very strong opinion about which beans deserve to exist. You want to know what gets me up before the sun?
Whole city is lit up below me and I can't be bothered to put a single thing on. Someone down there is having the best night of their life and they don't even know what they're missing up here.
DEF CON just dumped ten thousand people who can crack anything into my city and not one of them can figure out what to order at a bar. This is going to be a fun weekend. Which one of you is brave enough to buy me a drink?
Pool water's already warm and the sun's barely up — Vegas has stopped pretending there'll be relief. Sitting here with nothing on, daring it to get worse. You coming in or just watching?
Beat the sun up the trail and earned every drop of this cold shower. My legs are still shaking and I don't want to get out yet. Tell me you'd join me.
Sunday morning and the only plan I have is staying under this water until someone gives me a reason to step out. You're not helping.
AC quit on me and the only thing cold in this house is the tile under my back. Vegas is trying to cook me alive and I'm not wearing a single thing that could save me. Dare you to come keep me warm.
July in Vegas means the garden is fighting for its life and so am I — just spent twenty minutes arguing with a hose that's decided kinking is its personality. The tomatoes are winning, though. Barely.