Cool Stuff at the Leap Year Ball
- About 1500 people in attendance, all wearing green in some capacity
- A red carpet entrance with a mandatory shot of grappa (oh my… I knew right then that this would be a loooong night)
- The two story barrel room was unrecognizable from the room I had taken photos of back in December
- 6 food stations around the barrel room with chefs from Mustards Grill
- A “piano lounge” offered fresh oysters on the half shell with every topping you could imagine while three men worked at shucking. Crates of ice and oysters were stacked up to the ceiling behind them.
- Much later the piano lounge became a Hooka lounge with 4 or 5 Hooka pipes and boxes of cuban cigars, free for the taking and smoking
- Free photo booth!! (pictures to come)
- An 8 piece jazz ensemble started the evening
- Then came a FANTASTIC 10 piece R&B band, who just did not quit and almost everyone out on the dance floor (except Tay… he doesn’t dance)
- They took a quick break as the University of Cal Marching Band made their way through the crowds and up on to the stage, and then eventually marched back out
- Under the dance floor, the basement floor of the barrel room was set up as a Speakeasy with tables and decks of cards if you felt like escaping from the music and dancing above.
- “Wine Angels” walked amongst the crowds carrying magnums of library Cabs
- Then eventually the salmanazers were paraded around, each carrying 12 bottles of wine.
- Later in the evening, an ice cream cone bar and a barista bar somehow appeared
- A DJ took over for the R&B band
- Around midnight, a “drunk food” station was added, with chips, salsa, guacamole, taquitos, beans and rice.
- Servers passed around trays of milk and cookie creme sandwiches
- We kept dancing
- When we finally left around 1:30, another huge dessert station was piled high with cookies, brownies, caramels, and truffles
- The party went on until well after 2 a.m.
Last night’s Ball was hands down the biggest and best planned party… nay, event… I’ve ever attended, and I imagine I’ll never attend anything like it again.
Or at least, not for another four years.