Here’s a secret about me… despite being an introvert I like parties. The problem is the parties I like are a dying breed, hell I think they are buried but I’ve getting out my shovel. See I like those small intimate affairs like you see in the swanky movies of the late 60′s. Think Rat Pack, think Mad Men… give me small classy affair over a bacchanalia anytime.
But as I said it’s a dying breed. I tried having one last year. It was fairly successful thanks in part to a friend who has both good conversation and bartending skills. But I know I was missing some skills. But I had put the thought back its into it’s little bottle. Appreciating that I got to have one sort of close to what I was looking for. But then I started reading Playboy’s Host and Bar Book (c. 1971) and to say it re-awaking the desire is an understatement. Now, I don’t just want to throw these type of parties. I want to everyone to throw this kind of party at least once. To slow down and enjoy good food, good drink, and have nice close conversations that involve face to face, not monitor to monitor contact. Like my nieces and nephews say, I want people to have enjoy a “Grown folks” party. Or more importantly, I want to bring classy back.
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