Thanks to Tracey and Nancy at EHS Pilates we were able to show our pride again this year by marching in the parade. I use the term "march" loosely because mainly Alex, Alan and I are just ornaments on the back of the float, like a hood ornament but in reverse.

The theme this year - equality for all. Looking forward to that day. In the meantime, I'll just keep marching until small-minded people learn to live and let live.

Compliment of the day - some guy told me I look like a "gay Katy Perry". Thanks, I think.

 

Our float won a prize for best marching band. And with the lovely and talented hot pink feathers dance troupe in tow, I'd say our float was a sensation of sight and sound.

If you can't get to Brazil, there is always the SF Mission.

Look behind most any soiree at the Laursen compound and you'll most likely find the impetus for the occasion is based on an article of clothing/costuming. Such as was the case with the Spring Fling. After being thoroughly wowed by Jessica's sassy short chiffon dress at the Oscar party, I was on a hunt for my own piece of pleated chiffon dreaminess. I found something saucy at the Alameda swap meet (special thanks to Alex for keeping me focused amidst a sea of sparkling goodies) and decided right there and then a spring cocktail party was in order (chiffon ensembles encouraged, but not required).

Our taste buds were tickled by Skott's slow cocktails. Spring was in the air, indeed.

Our very own Kitten on the Keys and Roky Roulette co-star in a french film called Tournee, which btw won best new director at Cannes last year. It was featured at the International Film Festival here in SF at the historic Castro theatre. The film featured friends and burlesque performances, of course i was entertained! An interesting approach, half documentary half scripted movie. Due to some music rights issues, you likely won't see it in film houses in the U.S. - maybe you can find it online. Jessica was featured as a costumer for the film and we squeeled with delight seeing her name (although misspelled) on the big screen. She dressed the part for the party, as you can see.

Not being the types to say no to free cocktails and a dance floor, we went along to the after party which featured performances by Kitten on the Keys, Mimi Le Meaux , Roky Roulette and Evie Lovelle.

Yeahh yeahhh so I haven't been blogging. No, the cat doesn't have my tongue. And btw... I think these modern times call for an update to that phrase. If a cat had my tongue I could easily do something about it. Worse than a cat, it's another god damn start up that has my tongue.

Which leads me to my next topic. How the hell are people supposed to thrive & survive like this? Working 7-days a week, always at the beck and call of "the man". Seriously, this is no way to live. I'm having day dreams of living off the land, a herd of goats, sewing my own clothes with cloth from a discarded flour bag. It sounds good, right? Join me, i'm starting a commune. Check your job and your mobile device at the door. You can still bring your fancy frocks and top hats because this is a fashion-forward commune.

A star-filled cast created Oscar magic at my pad, but in the end Ella took home the Oscar for most adorable (and pint-sized) guest.

I'm under the weather so Kristin and I decided to rent movies. One of us half-heartedly suggested Burlesque, agreeing that it would suck but the costuming could be interesting. After perusing the aisles nothing else grabbed our attention so we decided to round-out our double feature with another highly criticized movie; Eat, Pray, Love. The guy at the counter laughed at our selections, but he also remarked that we sisters were "dreamy" which I suppose balanced things out.

Burlesque was silly, but as suspected the costumes, hair, make-up and dance moves were enough to keep our eyes glued to the screen. And Eat, Pray, Love? I found it entirely delightful. It made me long to travel. So there you have it, sometimes two wrongs can equal a right.

What do you do in Vegas if gambling is not your bag? Treat the entire town like one big photo shoot. Our favorite backdrop, the Cosmopolitan Hotel. 3-story chandelier. Need I say more?

I took the sisters along for a work trip to Vegas. I believe my words were "please don't make me go alone". Luckily, they indulged me.

We found an oxygen bar in the Vegas airport, which made me instantly happy. I'm pretty sure we paid $15 each for 15 minutes of having scented bubbly air blown up our noses, but i almost didn't care. It did make me reminisce for the now closed sushi, sake, oxygen bar in SF. Loved that place!

Right there in the airport I learned the skill that would get me through a weekend in Vegas. Just accept the fact everything is fake and kinda full of shit, but enjoy it anyway. And that is exactly what we did. To follow are the pictures to prove it.