Last night, me and the old man went out with some friends to the Cicada Club. For those who haven't been, or like me, haven't even heard of it, it is a club down town with a live jazz band every Sunday and vintage attire is required. Freaking fabulous. We were out danced by everyone but an extremely old couple who may in fact remember when the building had been the tallest in LA.
There were three high school kids dressed in full WWII dress uniforms. They were totally picking up chicks. FABULOUS.
Also the old orange dress was put to non-prom use. It fits much better now than it did in High School. Thank you boobs!
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