Congrats on making it to the airport bar of the calendar year—time isn't real here and there's no judgment. Sleep in, open wine at noon, and make art until you fall asleep at the workbench.
“it’s that cozy embrace of a six minute guitar solo that seems to both warm you from the inside”
I felt that. Happy holidays, Mac!
Happy holidays Cat!
“it’s that cozy embrace of a six minute guitar solo that seems to both warm you from the inside”
I felt that. Happy holidays, Mac!
Happy holidays Cat!