One Fine Day…of Bubbly and Croquet!
It was time for the long honored tradition of gathering on the lawn at St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland for the annual Navy vs. St. Johns Croquet match. After a harsh, cold start to the season, we eagerly sported our spring dresses, hats and wedges (no heels on the grass!) and gathered at Metropolitan Kitchen for a leisurely brunch before heading to the match. Usually an outing of this nature brings much attention to the female peacocks of the region, decked in their Sunday best. However, this event, in my humble opinion is all about the boys! Don’t get me wrong, the ladies looked fabulous as expected. We fashionistas look forward to these types of events to get all dolled up but what a rare occasion it is when the men join in our fondness for exhibitionism. The ‘Mids’ and the ‘Johnnies’ rivaled any of the most Dapper Dans of say, Charleston or Savanah, with brightly colored shirts, suspenders, bold patterned trousers and bow ties. I am a happily married woman, however, I could not help but notice the gents, who are often drowned in a sea of blue button downs, khakis and navy blazers. I was sure to introduce myself as a blogger for VisitAnnapolis.org so as not to appear as a cougar on the prowl when snapping their photos. They didn’t mind a bit!
The match, albeit entertaining, seemed to take a backseat to the festive tailgates. Our hostess, an event veteran, boasted a bright pink tent, with pink tulips, pink and white paper straws and a huge spread. Bottles were popping all over and you could actually buy tickets to purchase bottles of wine and champagne if you were not part of a tailgate.
It was definitely a ‘see and be seen’ soiree and for the first time, cigar and pipe smoking was less annoying and dare I say, a tad charming? Perhaps it was because the offenders were fly boys and midshipmen wearing vintage letter sweaters and straw hats…or maybe I had a bit too much bubbly. It was a stark difference from their usual buttoned up black peacoats and dress whites and I for one, was a fan.
If you have not made it out for this spectacle be sure to mark your calendar for next year, bring a crew with you and plan to meander downtown to one of the many quaint eateries and watering holes to continue the party as we did.
The mids won the match, but honestly, did it matter?