Full disclosure: I paid $85 to go to the Jazz Age Lawn Party this weekend, and it was not as cool as I expected. Actually, it was the epitome of everything I hate: lines, crowds, lies.
What I purchased: The Bees Knees package, which included entrance into the seemingly awesome Jazz Age Lawn Party on the historic Governor’s Island with roaring 20s music, dancing and and a whole bunch of picnicking people in 1920s attire. We also were told we would receive:
1 ticket for an entree with side
4 tickets for drinks
2 for soda/water/lemonade
1 for dessert
“Redeem these at any of our food and beverage stations,” it said.
“Ok, fantastic. Now we don’t have to pay for anything once we get into the party,” we said, with expectations high.
Normally, the entrance fee is $55 with no meal or drink tickets, so we thought we hit the jackpot.
NEVER HAVE I FELT LIKE SUCH A NOOB.
When we arrived around noon, we were herded into a tiny pen on spacious Governor’s Island, and waited in a variety of lines for a total of 2.5 hours.
On top of that, we were told that our meal ticket was only worth $8 at any of the food trucks. Two things are wrong with this:
- We were brought to this party on false pretenses – one entree and side, right? $8 gets you nowhere. The food truck we went to was delicious, but a sandwich was $12-$14, and the owners of the truck had no intention of giving us a side, because they weren’t told they needed to provide it! We bartered and used our soda tickets instead of paying out-of-pocket.
- Why am I going to a modern day food truck? This party is supposed to be 1920s themed. I was a little disappointed that the party didn’t stick to the premise.
After we ordered, we squeezed our blanket in between other picnickers, and ate. Then we decided to get drinks. Terrible idea. We waited for over an hour for drinks, but we already paid for them when we bought our tickets, so it was about the principle of the thing! At that point, we decided to each use all four of our drink tickets at once – we bartered with the bartender and ended up getting a couple full sized bottles of champagne.
This party literally drove us to drink….which ultimately made the day go a lot better. The Jazz Age Lawn Party continues in August, but I won’t be there. Not worth the money to get all dressed up, then treated like cattle.