Apollo's light was bright!

Last week Lucy, Rod, Justin and I attended the Apollo Circle soiree at the Met.
For dinner Justin and I went Brideshead and, with drinks in hand and bow ties tight, headed to Pizza 123 on the corner and ordered the Gin Lovers Pizza.
Well that’s what I ordered and the dear little lady looked at me like an alien. So I went for Pepperoni after a roll of the eyes.
We brought three slices home and soon Lucy floated into the room, an Aubergine Dream!

We filled up our 'to go' glasses and headed down to the Met.
Tonight’s event invitation said something like, 'Come and prepare to be a work of art!'
Apparently there was some bash in the 70's that was photographed as an art piece and tonight that event would be recreated!
Carolina Herrera sponsored the event and her image was emblazoned on all the bartenders’ shirts. Not a current image, but one from the previously mentioned 70's bash looking regal in black and white.

The Temple of Dendur was all aglow in purple and music was pounding amongst flickering candles, and lots and lots of flashes.
Now none of us could quite figure out what was happening (and we were not THAT inebriated yet) but there were flashes going off in every crevice of that room. Sure there were some photographers poppin bulbs but for the most part the flashes were coming from tall poles. They were so bright and so blinding that they hurt. Rod and I about passed out the first time we were at the bar and POP a flash seared our eyes.

Were these polls taking our pictures or were they just for effect? Nobody could tell us for sure.
We ran the gamut of fashion and social flocks and did a little swirl on the dance floor and one by one our little posse dwindled.

Rod was the first to go, no surprise there. I think he likes getting dressed and the drinks at home more than the actual event.
Justin had a meeting the next morning so after several hours he bade farewell, but not after an Egyptian photo shoot.
Lucy and I just plane lost each other. My phone was dead and I ended up getting hoisted to Bruno Jamais down the street where the after party for the event was apparently taking place. I don’t remember much at this point.
There was doffing of my hat, mingling in booths, entertaining in the kitchen and leaving at one point but realizing all the fun I was missing and heading back for more.

All in all it was a marvelous party. Now where are those pictures going to end up?