We first took the ferry to Governor’s Island two years ago; we were drawn by the promise of a Gatsby-era picnic, the Jazz-Age Lawn Party. Visiting the small island, sitting amongst its officers’ quarters, it already felt like we were a million miles away from Manhattan–but this was particularly the case when hot jazz tunes started playing and period-appropriate attendees started to fill the lawn. Ashley and I were blown away by the details of the clothes–and the dancing!
We went back again this year–and although we have yet to get our act together enough to submit a pie to the contest or to dress the part, there were some tempting accouterments for sale (and for trying on).
Besides the live music and the overall feel of the event, I actually really liked the dancing. Ashley and I had to leave early to make it back in time for a wedding that night, but we were there early enough to catch a lesson in the Charleston. I felt we were pretty good when the two of us could put together a three-piece combination without me missing a step. Pretty good, that is, until the real pros (which included pretty much anyone dressed up) took the stage. They were amazing to watch; it was definitely inspiring.
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The good news is that although the summer’s lawn parties are over for this year, the band–Michael Arenella and his Dreamland Orchestra–plays at various events around the city. Ashley and I may have some work to do before next year.
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