a) One friend of ours brought amazing homemade beer (brew, ferment, or still your own was a Prohibition staple) and those who chose martinis had their prepared shaken, not stirred, in a Mason canning jar. Nifty!
b) The Fatwich. Our host prepared food he'd researched to the period (when reenactors have parties, this is what happens), and discovered that sandwiches in the 1920s were not precisely health food. The version he chose had bacon, cheese, onion sauteed in butter, and more butter. With butter.
The fatwich begins:
3) There was a back room for the gamblers. Ok, no gambling actually took place. But there was a lively game of whist.
5) An excuse to wear my grandma's pearls. My grandma's pearls are not the traditional "grandma's pearls"--they're the crazy-long string around my neck in these photos. Grandma was a teenager and young adult during the 1920s--she had a sweet bob haircut and learned to dance the Charleston on her neighbor's front porch. When I got married, I got her old furniture. All the drawers were swollen shut from humidity, and when they finally opened, I got to go through the stuff--I found this and a few other flapper-style necklaces in a sliding compartment in the dresser.