my vast cultural void

I was born in the wrong decade.

I have a soft spot for the 1940’s, 50’s and very early 60’s. If I could afford it, and look like a Chanel model, I’d dress like Jackie Kennedy before she added Onassis to her name.

One of my favorite scenes from the movies of that era is the cocktail party. Who has cocktail parties? I didn’t think they existed outside the movies.  

In a related thought, meeting someone for cocktails elicits the same funny response from me. In my world, I’d meet someone for coffee, or even for drinks, but I don’t think I’d ever use the term cocktail.

So when a colleague said she was meeting her husband for cocktails at six, my ears perked up and I asked her where she was going. Silly me, I just thought she used the term to mean she was going to Happy Hour at a local bar.

No.

She said that no matter what is going on in their day, the family meets at six for cocktails. They drink things like Manhattans. That they make at home!

I am astounded. And clearly living in a cultural void.