There is no life like the nightlife. During the day the sun shines, the birds sing, and normal people go about their normal, boring lives. But when the sun goes down...that’s when the party starts. Although “Prohibition” may have put the dry on your regular, everyday parties, there are plenty of places to go for that nectar of life you crave.
If you’ve been getting tired of the hot drag of the summer days, if your relatives’ endless prattle makes the day seem endless, if you wait and you long for the sun to go down, then do we have a scoop for you. There’s a new kid on the block when it comes to the night-time parties, and he goes by the name of Gatsby. No invitation needed, come as you are, and leave as drunk as you like. This whirlwind of the nightlife is located on the formerly “unfashionable” West Egg of the Manhattan Sound. But your ideas of which Egg holds the gem may just change after you get a taste of Gatsby’s style.
First of all, the food is absolutely magnificent. No half-cooked pastries or second-rate dishes here. Fresh oranges and lemons from New York are in abundance, as well as delectable hors d’oeuvres, turkey, spiced baked hams, pastry pigs and salads. Nor is the bar lacking in supplies; you may not even recognize some of the divine gins, liquors, beers, and cordials that are in attendance.
Secondly, the music is provided by a full orchestra. No wimpy five-piece affair here. As soon as one courageous couple starts the dancing, you will be gliding or jumping or swinging about to the sounds of masterfully played drums, piccolos, oboes, trombones, cornets, saxophones, and violas. Your dance partners could range from handsome young Englishmen to solid and prosperous Americans to movie stars. You can never tell at Gatsby’s.
His house is a mansion of the up-to-date, with a pool in the garden and a library full of what one party go-er wonderingly refers to as “real books.” The garden is a marvel as well. It seems as if a trope of caterers show up on a regular basis, coming with hundreds and hundreds of feet of canvas and miles of colored lights to transform his luscious lawn into a Christmas tree of splendor. Don’t set your heart on getting a glimpse of your host if you attend, however, Mr. Gatsby is a man who likes his secrets. But fear not, loyal gossips, we have the inside story.
Many rumors have circulated about Mr. Jay Gatsby ever since he opened up his West Egg home to parties every weekend. Many have theorized that he once killed a man, and a more likely and widely adopted idea is that he is a bootlegger. Certainly he brings out the booze in dizzyingly wonderful quantities, and it would seem that he gained his wealth (of which there is an absurd amount) through running “drug stores” with some less-than-reputable characters. But however he got the dough, he lavishes it shamefully on his parties and, therefore, his guests.
Be assured that, whether by invitation or that simplicity of heart which is its own ticket, you find your way to one of Gatsby’s parties, you will go away wanting to return. And whether you do attend or not, turn to Twenties Today to make sure you are always satisfies when the sun goes down.
