For someone who spends all day tooling around on a Mac, I’m pretty inept when it comes to technology. Hell will freeze over before I get around to rebuilding my website in lieu of publishing idle threats on Twitter/rechecking the Anthropologie website for the sale that will never come. Long story short, my camera cord wasn’t working and it didn’t occur to me that there was a card reader built into my laptop. Hence the Gatsby Party pictures from a bit ago.
Twice a summer there is a 1920’s themed party on Governor’s Island, where everyone is invited to picnic and dress up in Jazz age attire as they listen to period music and blow cash at the bar. A friend from college and I decided to check it out — alas we paid attention to the invite and didn’t bring our own booze.
However, the people watching alone was worth the ferry ride and cheap admission ($10 at the door, $7 beforehand) and I’m looking forward to attending next summer. With a picnic basket full of brie, baguettes, and an ample supply of vodka.