Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts

Thursday, November 19, 2015

WINE NOT

Le Beaujolais Nouveau est arrivé!


Sorry I didn’t get to this until now. I have been too busy imbibing Beaujolais Nouveau. It is the third Thursday in November after all.

For the sober and uninformed or, ahem, boorish reader, the uncorking of this young wine at the stroke of midnight on the third Thursday of November has grown from a local phenomenon in the bars and bistros around Beaujolais and Lyon to a world-wide celebration. Nouveau is the first wine from the past year’s harvest and is meant to be drunk young, before the next year’s harvest, and meant to be drunk while better Beaujolais take their good old time aging. Picked quickly, rapidly fermented and speedily bottled, Beaujolais Nouveau has bided its time until TODAY!

(French law since the 50’s states that this is the earliest the Nouveau can be released. The regulation used to have November 15 as the date, but was changed to this third Thursday to allow the partying to readily flow into a weekend.) 

Yes, the uncorking of this young fruity wine on this date is cause for parties and fireworks in France and with the frivolous celebration now extending beyond France the “race” to export the Nouveau has led to gimmicky deliveries via the Concorde, by elephant or a hot air balloon. Yes, it may be all a marketing ploy, but Nouveau is best served slightly chilled, and gulped rather than critiqued; which lends itself to a festive air  and a gathering of friends whether self-proclaimed oenophiles or not.

So, if you are unable to fly into France for this silly wine event to take dinner at Paul Bocuse’s L’Auberge du Pont de Collonges in Lyon for some of his Nouvelle Cuisine, know you can simply pick up a bottle or three of Beaujolais Nouveau, flip open a pizza box with friends and party like it is well, the day the nouveau has arrived!!!


Friday, April 24, 2015

SHAD FEST

April 25-26, 2015

Depending on where you live, this weekend in Lambertville, New Jersey will either be a fun time or a nuisance. Having lived in this beautiful river town for 26 years, Shad Fest, held the last weekend in April, has been the source of civic pride, a 48 hour party and a bane. 

The population swells as visitors descend on this usually quiet, artsy burg, rendering the downtown nearly immovable as pedestrians ply the streets hovering over crafts for sale from vendors and children’s games, music and food and beer tents. Parking for residents becomes prized commodities. Local business establishments, mostly antique shops, complain they lose out although the town brims with people. Lots of residents either avoid the Festival or flee the town altogether for the weekend, while other residents embrace it and partake in the antics. As my family grew we volunteered our time and participated in some of the events; my daughter danced as part of the ballet school ensemble one year; and invariably faces were painted, snacks were consumed, Shad Fest shirts purchased (no matter how ugly they were) and bottles were filled with colored sands to sit proudly on shelves at home.

 
my daughter in 1997
But, overall and despite all the pros and cons, Shad Fest is a great excuse to party. Sadly, my favorite stop, the River Horse Brewery beer tent closed down a few years ago when River Horse moved into larger digs in Ewing. It was held in the parking lot down by the canal and it was always crowded. I had to get there early enough to get the commemorative pint glass before they sold out. This weekend there will be several other beer tents set up around town, but none will hold the cache of the River Horse Brewery. Resident block parties can be found; live music blaring into the night; and there are a number of private parties throughout town. I have been known to host a few of those. The end of the night had my house littered with passed out revelers. It is a fun time even without a perfunctory stroll through the Festival itself.  
Shad Fest t-shirt

Shad Fest began in the early 80’s as a celebration of the resurgence of the shad population.  For years there was an oxygen block inspired by pollution in the Philadelphia area preventing this fish from migrating upstream to spawn. The only commercial fishery along the Delaware River is in Lambertville and they have been doing it since the 1800’s. As pollution levels dropped, the shad came back and the celebration in town began. There once were parades and Shad Kings and Queens, but now there are arts and crafts and food and beer and parties. You can still see how they haul for the shad in the time honored tradition during the Shad Festival on Lewis Island just off Lambert Lane and you can get up close and personal with the scaly critter either there or at many of the food stalls set up serving the fish. Demonstrations by the Lewis Island crew are at 10:30 am and 1 pm on Saturday and 1 pm on Sunday, but if you miss coming to the Shad Fest you can still watch and even help the crew seine for the fish nightly for at least another month. They go out around 6 pm and 10:30 on Saturdays.
 
John Baker Shad 
Lambertville is an artistic community and her talent is on display during Shad Fest with window displays in some of the shops and banners flying from the street lamps. Amateur and professional artists also create posters for the festival. They are put on display at the First Presbyterian Church Recreation room on North Union Street and then auctioned off Sunday. The funds raised benefit an art scholarship for area students pursuing a career in the arts. After the River Horse Brewery beer tent, my second favorite activity was to look over the posters. I once sat in on the auction and found the whole event too rich for my pocketbook! Some of the art is absolutely incredible. Pictured here is a poster from this year submitted by Rita Koch.
Rita Koch
Then there's mine... not in the same ball park I know...
greg dunaj

Shad Fest is free to visit and starts tomorrow, rain or shine.




Monday, June 17, 2013

The Etiquette of Mooching

One may decide to live without, but when surrounded by amenities already paid for by friends, like pools or boats or vacation homes, one should figure out how to tap into this pipeline of luxurious afternoons. After all, why allow these resources to lay fallow? Whether you are a tightwad or are truly strapped for cash, friends with such toys are a priceless commodity and should not be ignored. Indeed, these cherished friends should be cultivated and nurtured.

Don’t be shy in pursuing your mooching goals.  Please remember that these amenities are often status symbols for the owners and they would like nothing better than to shove their wealth and good fortune in your face. This obviously makes the mooching process easier and will work in your favor. Let them have their fun as they flaunt their avarice and toys. Smile warmly, ooo and aaa appropriately, gush aglow at their kindness and charm them into thinking they are without a doubt your most favorite host…and then ask where they keep their Belvidere vodka.  

Yes, mooching requires a bit of humility and a lot of charming smiles and at times a zipped lip. Ignore the wide distance between their ability to spend and your unwillingness to match it and ask them if they need another beer from their poolside wet bar. But, arrogance does not work for long for either the moocher or the moochee. Servitude for an extended period wears thin and abrades.  Never let your most gracious host debase or insult you; never tell them they are extremely fortunate for your company, without a sly smile! Yes, both the moochee and the moocher need to have a mutual feeling of wellbeing. You gain from their gain and they gain from your gain.

So, this dance, of idle afternoons and riotous parties, of twirling and spinning and mooching and scheming sounds calculated doesn’t it….  What do you think? Without proper planning and effort on your part, the opportunity will pass onto someone else… someone less worthy? So, what can you do as charter member of Vacations From Home, where no opportunity to mooch is overlooked, to cull these precious invitations and cheap thrills.

First off, and most importantly, be interesting. Always be a viable option for your “friends”.  Try to be accomplished at something, hopefully noteworthy. If you invent something like Velcro or cure cancer, think of all the invitations you’ll receive. Try to be charming and witty, quick with the pithy comment and the compliment and you will surely ingratiate yourself into their sphere of invites. They will want you around.  

Second, be handsome or beautiful. Everyone wants to be seen with arm candy. This should be you! If you’re not good looking, you’re kinda outta luck. Of course you might be able to make up for that ugly mug with some charm, but please, don’t expect much. If you’re fair to middling in the looks department you must be height/weight proportionate. No one wants to see you pull a chair up to the buffet table.

Thirdly, make investments in your friends. Hedge your invitations by offering to pick up a bar or meal tab once in a while.  Sadly, we can’t be THAT cheap. Bring a six-pack to the pool party and not Meister Brau. Wolfschmidt vodka is never an option. Even though you’re in the game to get invites you’ll better your chances if you’re not perceived simply as a taker or, ahem, a mooch. Parting with some of your money will mask your intent somewhat, and besides your generosity may spur your hosts to “one up” you and lavish you with even more “things”.

A word of caution is needed here. Sometimes getting that invite requires a waiting game. Don’t be anxious and never pester or beg. Oh, you’ll liable to get that invite if you do beg, but that would probably be the last one. It’s that killing the goose and the golden egg bit. You want to preserve the pool/beach/lakefront home – open refrigerator – open bar – friendship that you’ve labored over, tended lovingly and charmed. There should be no worry if you have laid the right foundation. If, gasp, the invite does not come, you just have to suck it up and maybe spend the day finally sweeping your kitchen floor?  Even in defeat though there is opportunity and if it was a glaring oversight by your potential hosts and they offer you an apology, graciously accept it with no hint of bitterness. 

Remember to cast a wide net for mooching. Opportunities abound and if you don’t get that boat ride, think pool, or beach.  The mountains work in a pinch. Be flexible, work the phones and get your butt to the gym.


So, there you have it! Sounds simple? Summer is starting soon, so get out there and get that invite!