There’s only one reason I’m bitching today (well, for now).

I’m cranky because it’s Monday and because I’m not still at the Jazz Age Lawn Party. And because all it did was remind me that The Great Gatsby isn’t coming out till July. Ugh.

While this is a blatant move to show off my weekend, I’m still going to pretend that you enjoy it and that it’s relevant to you pop culture obsessed lives.

So here it goes. This weekend, my friends and I once again hopped on the ferry to Governor’s Island and got taken back in time to a magical place called the Jazz Age Lawn Party. At the place, every one dresses up. Like, EVERYONE. To the point that if you’re not dressed up or, God forbid, dressed in the wrong decade–you are mocked. Sorry, but it’s taken pretty serious around here.

Everyone goes all out and it is fabulous and I would say that you have to go next time but it was already pretty crowded yesterday so instead I will say I’ll write you a lovely post about it again next year. BUT I think next year if they don’t tie it into The Great Gatsby they might be a little mad (sorry I’ve been watching a lot of British things lately). MOST of all, if they don’t have Leo show up to be the Master of Ceremonies I will think they have made a grave error and will have spent the year laboring under fale apprehensions (ok so it’s been a lot of Pride & Prejudice and Bridget Jones lately).

Anywho. The point is that the day was magical and I wish I was still there and now I’m going to subject you to my photos. Enjoy.