The racket that kept you awake Saturday night was the sound of genuinely hard partying high above Walnut Street where the snappily attired Mercantile Library was celebrating the hell out of its 175th birthday. The photograph is of Mr and Mrs Cincinnati, Jim and Brenda Tarbell, whose almost excessively capable committee organized an event that people will be talking about for years.
Favorably, we assure you.
There was a little cake left. That was about it. The guests ate everything that was put before them and looked around to see what was coming next. The cake, by the way, would have won the Cake of the Century award at the International Exposition if we were still doing that sort of thing – which we should. Modeled on the Library’s exquisite lecture hall, the Grand Gateau was four layers of fabulousness. Unfortunately for us, we had as the party wound down a slice of the bottommost layer, a concentration of chocolate that woke us up two hours after retiring.
Oh, and the music was sensational. Sensational. We danced. We couldn’t help ourselves. Starting with footlight favorites from Ed and Norm in the lobby to the last Beach Boys number from the fake frogs.
If you were there, you’ll never forget it.
If you weren’t, you need to start planning now to make sure you don’t miss the next one. Save the date: April 18th, 2035.