My ambitions for a glittering social life have dimmed. While I live within driving distance of both Philly and New York, We are mostly content to watch the sunset from our deck. 

 

But there was a classy event a stone's throw from our back door, and it sounded like just the right amount of glamour. It was fabulous. The theme was the twenties. Not the ones we are currently playing out but the ones with new fangled automobiles, suffragettes, and jazz. The party was in the garden of a century year old home, which has been restored to its full glory. There was a live band playing tunes you could do the Charleston to. Which we did. Youthful servers offered us a spread of delicacies, amid clusters of gorgeous people to talk to. The women clearly had the most fun, finding fringy dresses and ropes of pearls, feathered hats and sparkling skirts. Men, too, though looked dapper with tuxedos and golden chains looping out of their vest pockets. 

 

While no one pushed anyone into the swimming pool, it felt like we were in It's a Wonderful Life, or perhaps Downton Abbey. It was as close to playing a part as I have come in recent years, with no pressure to memorize lines. Everyone I spoke to had a story about how they created their outfit, by finding just the right accessories, or using a cummerbund to cover pants that no longer quite close. Even though we were creating an illusion with sequins and cufflinks people seemed completely real. The conversations were playful and unrehearsed, with no facade that we actually dress this way. I loved it. 

 

I hope the hosts do it again.