On Friday Jennifer and I attended the Manhattan Cocktail Classic at the New York Public Library. If you put the words “gala” and “fancy” somewhere in the invitation, I will attend. Jennifer is simply ready at all times for such an event, so you can count on her to show up dressed to the nines and ready to dance.
Co-presented by Esquire and Marie Claire, The Cocktail Classic was themed in proper prohibition-era style and music. From big band to cigarette girls making the rounds, the event took over four floors of the main branch of the library, and made one feel as though they were stepping into a Fitzgerald novel. The long, barely lit, hallways were lined with tables of hors d’oeuvre, and the grandiose rooms were filled with beverages of your choosing. Apparently there were over twenty-five thousand cocktails from which to choose and indulge, but I only tried less than ten. Yes, I’m a disappointment to even myself.
Jennifer, adorned with her lovely headpiece, was complimented easily two dozen times on it and took to the floor to dance with a lovely gentleman whom we met, while I drank, because I do not dance outside of my bedroom. The food was great, the cocktails were not only a delight to the palate, but to the eye, and by the end of the night, we set up shop by the meatball slider table, so as to absorb all the aforementioned alcohol and because meatball sliders make The Gloss writers happy.
The entire evening was sophisticated with everyone dressed in “salty” black tie (as per the invitation), and thanks to all those cocktails, everyone was excessively cheery — which is always fun considering during the day New Yorkers can be a bit brash. Either way, it was great and lovely and all those adjectives that should be linked to such an event. Yes, you can count on us to be there next year, too, where I will try every drink on hand.