Robin and I met many summers ago at theater camp where we sang and danced and dressed up in costume on a regular basis so of course it made sense that as adults this had to happen. The night before it almost felt like we were young teens again, getting ready for the Saturday night social at camp. She sent me cell phone pictures of her hair in pin curls, I detailed the outfit I'd be wearing. My inspiration was drawn from the pictures I'd seen from previous years on The Sartorialist, old pictures from 1920's advertisements and The Great Gatsby.
When we arrived at the ferry in the morning Robin was looking beautiful with her perfectly coiffed hair and bubblegum pink sunnies.We pulled out of the ferry station with Lady Liberty in view and the Brooklyn Bridge behind us.When we arrived everyone made their way to the lawn. Our first order of business was lunch, but there aren't any pictures because I was starved.
After eating, photographers were stopping to take our picture! This has never happened to me before and I was beyond flattered. It became kind of routine during the day for someone to come up to us and say they'd taken a candid shot or wanted us to pose for them and then we'd chat and hang out with them for a bit and exchange email addresses.We even had our photograph taken with an antique camera. I'm really looking forward to seeing those!And the vintage! Oh, the vintage. There were stands selling the most intricate, delicate, beautiful pieces. I stood and admired this lace blue dress for more than a few minutes.A girl who bought this parasol from one of the vendors insisted I take a picture with it since it matched my dress so well. It was really sweet of her. Some sailors.Because of the passes we had an open bar of St. Germaine cocktails all day long. For awhile I was pretending to be drunk and whispering belligerent things under my breath to Robin but after awhile I was just too giggly to keep it up. I looked it up, and in the 20's the slang for "booze," was actually "giggle water." Appropriate.Robin wore her great-grandmother's bathing costume, cheers to the ladies in the poster in similar attire!There was an orchestra and period dancing as well. We stood behind the ribbons and mainly admired everyone's moves.For the rest of the afternoon we sat in the shade looking at everyone's outfits and drinking bubbly cocktails. Later in the afternoon I ran into Alley who was taking photos of the event.We were snapped back into reality before we even left the island, as a Jersey Shore style party was starting just as we were leaving.It was a pretty perfect day picnicking and drinking. I'll definitely be going back next summer.