Blackout event

Friday night.

I went to this launch event hosted by Atlantan magazine and Blackout Productions, called Blackout Event. It was a strict RSVP only event and fortunately mine got accepted. I had a totally awesome time. Very swanky, professional, top notch exquisite event. Asides from the fact that it was free with an open bar, live music (folksy two man band) with nice finger food, it was also an event for the well-dressed, seemingly devoid of stupidity crowd, devoid of that element of chaos that seems to besiege Atlanta events. How you ask?

The RSVP acceptance arrived promptly, and even asked me to bring a guest! It also briefly advised of what to expect from the event. And this was an accurate portrayal. Getting dressed I wasn't too sure if it'd be a jeans affair or an all out "party". Jeans because Atlanta is not known for their fashionistic flair like perhaps, New York. But me, always one to dress up, I went with the party dress. As I drove towards the venue they had strategically placed signs that alerted you to the exact venue, lest you miss your way in the not-so-sign friendly Atlanta roads. Pulling up to the venue, the big surprise, they had complimentary valets! That was a nice touch.

As we arrived, they checked off our names on the guest list, and a professional photographer, took everybody's picture. Not pictures of some guests while neglecting others. Of everyone. I know only the elite few would be posted online or on their magazine pages, but it felt good to feel important and welcome enough to have our pictures taken.

Then, the food - finger food, lots of cookies, a big chocolate cake, shrimp. Drinks were readily made without a question asked or an ID obtained. The waiters just poured the drinks according to your request. They also came round and picked up stray plates and refreshed the hors d'oeuvres bar. There was also a salad bar lined with two chefs who made the salads to your taste and served it enthusiastically like it was some kind of scrumptious meal. They had a banging DJ interchanged with some live music. Upstairs on the roof, they had yet another bar that was ready to serve you with drinks no questions asked.

Then, the crowd. It was an interesting mix. Young, yuppie, pleasing to the eye, moderately sociable. I couldn't complain about anything. Nothing fell short that night. I only wish we had more events like that in Atlanta, but considering what the economy is like, and the fact that this was free, I am just glad that I got to go. One of the few times I was one of the first to arrive and one of the last few to leave. And I actually have nothing to complain about.

I capped off the evening by taking pictures with these female model statuettes with figures that words cannot adequately describe - invisible waist meets with Beyonce hips and slender thighs, laced in black paint.

Needless to say I went home with a smile on my face.