If there is one thing I can never turn down, its a themed party.
Maybe it is the sorority girl in me, maybe it is just the little girl who planned her Halloween costumes in July and loved her trunk full of dresses. I even had a darling green floral jumper in kindergarten (I seriously remember this) that I always wore to birthday parties. It was my party outfit.
Either way, it is a trait I am stuck with, and I force it upon those around me. So when I saw that there was a large party in an old theater down town called “Party like Gatsby,” well I instantly forced Jimmy into going, and then proceeded to get a few friends on board as well. How can you say no to a party that is billed like this:
1922. The tempo of the city had changed sharply, the buildings were higher, the parties were bigger, the morals were looser and the liquor was cheaper. The restlessness approached hysteria. The sun was reflected in the Gulf of Finland and made the icy water sparkle. Snow lied down and turned the city’s skyline into an enchanting scenery.
My name is Jay Gatsby. People know me without knowing who I am. In the beginning of next year, I will be in Helsinki and want to arrange a little party in my new residence in Finland on Friday, the 11th of March. With me will be the most intriguing performers and artists I met on my journeys around the world.
It would be a pleasure for me to welcome you as my guest. Please dress in your finest attire. The décor will be mesmerizing and the music will never stop.
Your old sport,
I mean, I just happened to have a beautiful drop-waist 1920’s style dress in my closet (just in case) that desperately needed to be worn. And Jimmy has a lovely array of bowties that were being sadly ignored. So, basically, we had to go.
As it turns out, this is a party that is put on in a few capitals of northern Europe. Originally, the party was just on Friday, but the tickets sold out so quickly that they oped up a second night on Thursday; which worked perfectly for us as Jimmy’s company party was planned for Friday.
So, all gussied up did we get! And, golly, did we look the part!
(A quick note on Jimmy’s mustache: There have been questions about it on social media. Yes, it is real. Mostly. A week before the event, Jimmy’s face was getting a bit unshaven. But, as he wears his hair perfectly coiffed every day, I told him he had to do something different for the party, so begged him not to shave, and see what came of it. So, 2 weeks of growth and only a small amount of eye make up later, I had myself a bonafide Tom Buchanan!)
The party was an absolute blast! The Thursday night was not completely sold out, so it wasn’t too busy. We could easily take pictures, dance, watch the shows from the balcony or the front of the stage, and never had to wait long at the bar. There were intermittent shows throughout the night: acrobats, dancing ladies, jugglers, and an amazing pole dancer. The band played everything from big band classics to KC and the Sunshine Band to modern day hits.
We boogied and danced the night away with our group, laughing the entire time. I haven’t had that much fun at a party for a very long time. It is really rare, I think, for people to be good friends with their co-workers. I think that is a really great thing both about Jimmy’s company and our situation out here; we basically started out with just each other for friends. Everyone has branched out a bit and made their own friends, but we all still really enjoy things like this together. They are a fun, goofy crowd that is down for a good time, anytime! And I love that. And they were hilarious to dance with!
The weather was even mild enough to walk home in a down coat and only lightly stocking-ed legs, stopping for street food along the way, of course.
And now, tonight, we go out for round two with Jimmy’s company celebration of their hard work over the last year, bringing the product live. This party is scheduled to begin with a sit down dinner at 6, through until a midnight snack, and an after party until 4am. Ah!
While Finns may be quiet and reserved, they do know how to have a good party, old sport!