Gatsby Jazz Club Night in Truckee
Gatsby Jazz Club night for the high school jazz band, so the whole house got into costume — flapper dress and pearls for one of us, pinstripes and a bow tie for me, and our daughter in black with a triple strand of pearls before she headed off to sit behind the drum kit. We took a round of pictures in the driveway before leaving because the fedora and the feather headpiece were not going to survive the evening intact.
The band set up in front of a screen flanked by black-and-gold balloon columns, the whole group in period dress — bowlers, newsboy caps, a vibraphone out front, a full sax line. Our girl kept time on drums through the sets while people in costume milled around the tables behind us. Somebody in a red jacket had clearly committed harder than I had.
By the end of the night the room was on its feet between numbers, arms up near the balloon wall. The bow tie made it home. The hat spent most of the evening tilted somewhere it wasn't supposed to be.