Jazz Age!

Last Sunday Jordan and I hopped on the Governor's Island Ferry and went to gasp Gov's Island. The ferry terminal is GORGEOUS. It has an old fashioned exterior with beautiful arches re-painted olive green and a muted red. It really stands out especially next to the -barf- "contemporary" Staten Island terminal, a blah combo of glass, metal and concrete.
We were on our way to the Jazz Age Lawn Party. It was fabulous. Me and Jordan, totally under dressed, because people just dressed to the nines. Everyone was in costume, and dancing. The music was perfect, even if I didn't know how to dance to all of it. Sometimes me and Jordan made up our own dances and that was great too.

And while we weren't dancing, there was plenty of people watching to be had.

Oh and dhalinks, I found this terribly equisite velvet coat. That I need. Right now.
Can you say winter time project? Because that's what I'm thinking.

And Jordy found a car.

Albert Einstien came to the party.
(note- later her talked to Tara about how he met Martin Scorse twice, and that her dress was vintage, even though Tara insisted it wasn't. It was also bright yellow and made of a poly-mesh, so I was inclined to agree with Tara, but Albert did come up with the theory of realitivity)

The weather was pheonmenial, the drinks were -aparently- amazing, and there was fudge that made me cry it was so tasty. All in all, the perfect way to spend my day.

Cobra

Remember that time I told you I went to a fantastic par-tay? And like so many people whose names I totes dropped were there? And I loved it.
I finally remembered to check the snake, and I'm there but fucking Kate, even on Eddie's tee, she steals the show. Love her.
Have a great weekend ya'll! Maybe I'll see some of you at the Phoneix show? Or maybe swing dancing on Governor's Island?

Dancin' Fool

One thing that is important to know is that I am a dancin' fool, and I particualrly love to swing dance. SO when a swing dancing event found itself in my e-mail, I jumped on it. I went to this swing dancing event at Galapagos in B-berg. I thought it would be really cool, lots of swing dancing, jive turkeys, big band etc. But it was TERRIBLE. Don't go to a swinghouse monthly event if you actually want to swing dance. They kept interrupting any potential swinging with a bunch of "side show vaudeville" acts that could have been cool IF I didn't want to dance... and if they weren't tacky. The ventriloquist, Carla Rhodes, was at least whitty and sarcastic.
The next act was dumb. To be creative (?) they took this long plastic straw and strung it through both their noses and mouths, then the dude drank wine through the straw. I felt like they were trying to be shocking while it really came off as annoying.
The only saving grace was this amazing jug band, although no jugs seemed to be involved, only washboards. Still, the Jug Addicts made some good jams, finally something to swing to! Except there were maybe four people who actaully were dancing, I guess the mood was pretty dead by then.
In the other room was a fantasticly entertaining and talented hip hop duo, and at the end of the night, most of the swing kids ended up over here. I can't blame them, there was this: