Dinomania; an irresistible urge to dance.

This weekend a couple of dames and I went to this lounge that was suppose to be a twenties speakeasy type of atmosphere. When I first heard about it I was disappointed because I have always wanted to do my own speakeasy and like many things...someone beats me to the punch and poorly I will say! So I, being Madame Dust, pull out my fancy twenties rags and shoes and play dress up in my room deciding what to wear. I put finger waves in my hair put my favorite vamp lipstick on and head out the door to this Hollywood lounge. To my dismay, the moment we entered the door after telling our "secret" password which wasn't so secret like back in the day, I was let down. Another wannabee lounge that doesn't do it right. First of all, if you are calling yourself a speakeasy maybe you should actually play 20's music instead of Jay Z. I mean, no disrespect for Jay Z because I rock Jay Z sometimes and love him. My point is that none of the music was inspired by the 20's whatsoeva! And then there was the lack of garb...no one besides my dames and I had even really made an attempt to play the part. I really could go on for hours about my disappointment...instead I will take the high road and know that when I do it...it will be AUTHENTIC. I had an amazing time with my dolls and that is what is most important in the long run.

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”