Today’s post comes from our “Well gee, that sucks” department.
ClockTowerTenants may remember last Father’s Day when daughter and I dressed in period duds and took in the Jazz Age Lawn Party on Governor’s Island.
It was so much elegant fun we expanded to include our S.O.’s this year, and headed back out for another round of 1920‘s era refinement.
Michael Arenella and his Dreamland Orchestra were on the bandstand again.
And splendid period finery restored my hope for humanity,
as it did the first time around.
Imagine antique wicker picnic baskets with china plates and crystal champagne flutes all hand carried on the Governor’s Island ferry and you get the idea.
But something was different this year.
It took a very long time to get a drink.
So I asked around, why are the lines so long?
“Tickets” came the response from everyone I asked,
“tickets for food and drinks.”
Turns out last year cash disappeared from the all-cash bar.
So the response was to sell drink tickets first,
tickets that could be accounted for.
Then someone got the (sarcasm) great idea to create “tiers” of food and drink couplings for a wide range of entry prices.
And so the confusion began.
Lines grew long and never actually let up.
It wasn’t all frustration.
We danced and sang and tried to do the Charleston just like last year.
Plus it didn’t rain!
And this year’s lobster rolls were terrific.
It's just that it took an hour in line just to get them.