One of the little perks of Mike's job is that several times a year, he gets to attend the fundraisers and other philanthropic events sponsored by his company. Well I should say, I consider it a perk. Since I happen to love donning fancy clothes and going anywhere with an open bar and all. He, on the other hand, was not really keen on the whole idea of social-events-outside of work. Something about having to purchase a tux, learn to tie a bow tie, and being designated driver for a wife that has an affinity for open bars. Hmmm.
Saturday night was one such event, The Beaux Arts Ball. In an extreme twist of good fashion karma, I had picked up a beaded dress the week before at Nordstrom Rack - an Erin Fetherston marked down to the incredibly low $47.99. (I know!) At the time, I had no idea this event would be 1920s themed, I was just happy to have a scored a comfortable (and cheap!) dress. Which kinda made up for the fact that the headband and 5-inch heels that I added to match the Gatsby theme were um, definitively not comfortable.
The event was impressively lavish and while I would have been perfectly happy positioned at the 15-foot tall sushi table all night, there was actually much more to see. Our table was a beautiful spread of black laquer candelabra overflowing with white hydrangeas, all set on a gold sequin tablecloth with pearls, rose petals, candles, and lots of sparkly goodness.
There was fabulous entertainment in the form of period dancers and a big band, who impressively jumped and jived the night away. They did an amazing rendition of JT's Suit & Tie, all choreographed with 1920s dance moves.
And there was dessert served in a white chocolate swan. Could you really ask for anything more?
It was such a fun night but I was happy to get home and kick off those heels and stinkin' itchy headband. I have a whole new respect for flappers who actually wore that stuff every night. And as fancy as Saturday night was, we managed to spend the great majority of Sunday in our pajamas, vegging on the couch quite unglamorously. (And ssssshhhhhh...I'm pretty sure at one point, there was NASCAR on the TV). Because really, one night of glamour and Gatsby is just about all we can handle around here. And then it's time to get back to reality.
Hope your weekend was wonderful!