There is a little girl who means more to me than I can even express. She is not my niece but I selfishly announce that she is a part of my bloodline…often. This precious cherub with a sassy mouth just turned 4…. going on 17. Her birthday was last Sunday. I have never been to anything more fun in my entire life. About 10 little girls had the opportunity to attend this shin-dig (sp?) at a party hall called “Lollipop Dreams”…plus one really big girl(me).
I think I had more fun that they did.
This place is heaven for princesses in the making. This Italian Princess was in awe. I would really like to have my next bday there….but with Cosmopolitans and Mojito juice boxes and prizes of Hanky Panky thongs to whomever wins a very competitive game of Freeze Dance.
And I am telling you, my crew of friends will thrown down to win that game.
So…..Lollipop Dreams is basically a magical land of dress up. Kids have parties there chaperoned by awesome women with an intense amount of patience and enthusiasm and an awesome yet strange choice of 90’s ‘Pump Up The Jam’ dance music.
There are hundreds of fairytale dresses (and pirate costumes for boys- BOOOOO!) , boas, pearls, fancy hats, gloves etc. etc. etc. The kids get decked and all hell breaks loose.
Karaoke happens, a coloring book break, duck duck goose, this weird sorta game that eerily resembles beer pong, and PIZZA! Yum.
Of course, I wore my fanciest lace princess dress and an old rhinestone crown from my personal winning collection. I had to get in the spirit, thinking everyone else would as well.
Wishful thinking.
I did not care.
Upon arriving at Lollipop Dreams, I immediately donned a bright electric blue boa but unfortunately one of the cutest little blondes you ever did see (who attends the birthday girls’ ballet class) decided her Ariel mermaid costume needed MY crown. Yeah, cuz mine was the bestest.
I reluctantly gave it up to the kid. ARGHHH my outfit was so perfect. Then she wrecked it. DRAT!
Whatever, she has good taste. Can’t knock her for that and I must enable her possible future beauty pageant queen urges.
By the way, she traded me my amazing, sparkly tiara for her flimsy, paper crown. Hers was so LAME. I had to wear it for the rest of the party. It’s the one in the photo. Lame.
I had to remind myself that I was an adult. Often.
SOOOOOO….If anyone who knows me feels like secretly throwing me a surprise party…..on MARCH 27 2011 RUN to the Fashion Square Mall in Sherman Oaks with the Boxed wine.
No Ariels allowed.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my sort of niece!!! You are a breath of fresh air that has come into my world like a Tasmanian devil with chocolate covered fingers. I am so grateful that we share so many things including a terrific fashion sense and a love of dance- regardless of who is watching.
