Party!
On Saturday night I went to a friend's 21st birthday party. The theme was "The Great Gatsby", which I have never read (or seen the movie, or whatever). A reliable source informed me that "The Great Gatsby" as a theme means "1920s America", but not "Al Capone". I own a bowtie and black waistcoat (although not a brown/beige suit, which would have been more appropriate) so all I needed was a hat. One visit to "Carnival and Backstage", a shop selling theatrical/party stuff, and I was the proud owner of an imitation (but fairly decent quality) fedora. All that remained was to draw on a moustache (didn't think to grow one) and go to the party. Much fun was had by all.
There were lots of hors'd'oeuvres and the bar had all sorts of interestingly coloured cocktails. I had a blue one which was fairly good, although I have no idea what went into it. That being my first drink for the evening, the second (and final, since I was driving) was a Jack Daniels, which I have not had for many years. I think I'll stick to Johnny Walker and Bells from now on -- bourbon doesn't really do it for me. Dessert was awesome.
The music was fairly good, although not what I was expecting. Where's the Glenn Miller? Benny Goodman? The most unexpected event of the evening, though, was a proposition I received. Except it wasn't me being propositioned, it was my dog. A friend of mine has a young lady husky and wants to borrow my young gentleman husky to organise some husky puppies. He said he'd give me a call later in the week to make some arrangements. Looks like Percy's going to be getting a lot more action than I am...
There were lots of hors'd'oeuvres and the bar had all sorts of interestingly coloured cocktails. I had a blue one which was fairly good, although I have no idea what went into it. That being my first drink for the evening, the second (and final, since I was driving) was a Jack Daniels, which I have not had for many years. I think I'll stick to Johnny Walker and Bells from now on -- bourbon doesn't really do it for me. Dessert was awesome.
The music was fairly good, although not what I was expecting. Where's the Glenn Miller? Benny Goodman? The most unexpected event of the evening, though, was a proposition I received. Except it wasn't me being propositioned, it was my dog. A friend of mine has a young lady husky and wants to borrow my young gentleman husky to organise some husky puppies. He said he'd give me a call later in the week to make some arrangements. Looks like Percy's going to be getting a lot more action than I am...