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The Lolli Dollies at the Texas Theater for the Serge Gainsbourg tribute!

Last night I had the rare pleasure of three things....dancing, seeing my ladies AND seeing a movie with my best friend. YAY! It has been a hot minute since I had danced with my girls the Lolli Dollies (missed you Melissa Miao!) and we had a nice time catching up on our girly woes. Health problems, outfit problems, you know...the important stuff. I have missed my girls! The evening was fun, I brought some French 60's tunes for us to dance to and we go go'd it up in the lobby. Afterwards I caught the Serge Gainsbourg documentary and the film I had been wanting to see. A nice evening that left me wanting......crepes when I woke up!

With the promise of more dancing with my girls this Saturday I'm cruising into my Friday pretty smoothly. I woke up to such nice support on my Facebook page this morning, friends still congratulating me and shout outs. I even got a little write-up here at Oak Cliff Bubble Life that's two Oak Cliff -centric mentions since I got in the magazine. Are all neighborhoods so sweet? If you don't know Oak Cliff... it is my hometown, I was born here in 1976 and it is my home! <3 HEARTS! <3 Well it's time to leave gay Pareeeh and switch gears to the 70's and disco music.....tomorrow is the Lollipop Shoppe!

It's all Boogie Nights, Do the Hustle and Earth Wind and Fiery up in heah! Hope to see some friends out tomorrow, let's dance and CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!

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