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{a trip to Denver}

Home sweet home after having a wonderful trip to the lovely city of Denver, nestled in the beautiful blue-grey of the mountains, finding time between shows for gruyere sandwiches, candlelit girly sleepovers (accompanied by plenty of wine of course) and some last minute rhinestoning.



Feeling so blessed to have had a successful show at the famous clocktower, to have enjoyed moments spent with the audience, to have really felt the joyful nuances of being an entertainer - though I'll admit I found myself unable to find the edge of the stage & so was (understandably) splitting time between bliss and avoiding a great fall. Afterwards, I visited with old friends & new -- happy to watch the second show and "cheers" with Texas performers and Pierre. (And admittedly very happy to have such sweet compliments about my act given to me by performers I admire.)

...the next day - workshop with Jett Adore, a splendid afternoon of self-discovery, lessons, and the kind of depth only a performer could love. Learned the secrets of story telling through intention (something I had been able to apply easily as an actor and not so easily as a burlesque performer.) And of course, after Goldie and I running through the rain, happy to arrive beneath a lit marquee, honored to be interviewed by a local magazine - a night spent in a beautiful theatre, {beautifully painted walls, gilded features, elegant lighting, and a ceiling one dreams of} watching the kind of performances that make me proud to be a part of this world of "burlesque."

Our drive home was magnificent, the three of us completely mesmerized by pine tress and mist, mountains, then fields and hill country over (lots of) coffee and conversations.

xo, Jolie

PS Came home to dark chocolate bacon & a book light, my husband really does know me well!


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