Back in time

Ever since I heard about it three years ago, I've been wanting to go to the Jazz Age Lawn Party on Governor's Island. It happens twice a year in the summer with hundreds of people dressing in their best 1920s glad rags, loading up on picnic gear, and taking the short ferry ride to the island. The Lawn Party involves old timey jazz bands, Charleston contests, drinking cocktails, eating on the lawn, and general merriment. For the last few years though, whether because I tried to get tickets too late or I had conflicts on those weekends, I wasn't able to go. This year I probably would have missed it too (due to just-returning-from-honeymoon-jetlag). Luckily, some friends were on it. They emailed us about it while we were gone and even bought the tickets for us since we didn't have reliable Internet. Thus my dream of finally going to the Lawn Party could become a reality. 

I don't have too much else to say about it, but enjoy these pictures from Saturday:

I think my attempt at "jazz age" outfitting was more of a 60s/70s era muumuu type dress, but that's what you get for going to the thrift store last minute. 

The band! 

We don't have any pictures of us dancing (our friends took some, but I haven't seen them yet). We don't look as good as these people though. As those who attended our wedding know, Sam and I are not born dancers. 

Jazz Age baby!

Some more well-dressed folks.

It's not a lawn party without people sitting on a lawn.

And a final shot of the dance floor. My attempts here coupled with my poor shoe decision account for blistered feet low these many days later. 

Now that I've been to the Jazz Age Lawn Party, it's definitely going back on my must-do list for next summer. Sitting outside on a beautiful day in drop-waist dresses shouldn't be just a one time thing.