(Wherein I do a lot of name dropping and pretending I was cool. Bear with me, if you care to.)
I started going to The Metro when I was fifteen. 502 more words
AKA: The Gansters Ball
For one night only the Metro is turned into a speakeasy.
Unlike the speakeasy’s of old you don’t need to know the hush hush location, be a member or know the secret knock, you just have to dress to impress with an outfit from somewhere between the 1920s – 1950’s. 323 more words
Time slips by so quickly, but regardless of the various gala events, symphony evenings, theatre, musicals, movie date nights, sports events, etc., that we end up attending, Jon and I have promised each other to make time for at least one really nice, romantic dinner date at The Coach House every couple of months or so. 396 more words