A. A turn of phrase from the 1920's meaning the equivalent of cool.
B. A classic prohibition-era cocktail.
C. The anatomic part of a bee's leg.
I'm completely embracing the Prohibition/Vaudeville theme that has been in my head and have now begun obsessing about the beverage and food offerings at our soiree (Probably not the best thing since I have my first law school final in T-Minus 8 days and counting).
The answer to the above question is, D. All of the above. But for our purposes, I'm interested in the cocktail version, which looks super delish.
Secretly, I just want to bring saying, "Wow! That's the Bee's Knees" back into the modern vernacular. Which is not so secret now, and I will be using it whenever I can fit it into conversation. I hear the collective groan of our friends and family... it makes me chuckle.
Another I-totally-tripped-out-spent-three-hours-geeking-out moment occurred whilst (another awesome word that does not get used nearly enough) meandering though the InterWebs attempting to find out exactly what Gatsby, Daisy and Nick were eating while they were illegally drinking, lazing around the Hamptons and pouring all of their life-savings into the stock market.
The Los Angeles Library has an online archival collection of original menus from each decade of the 20th Century. They are in high resolution .JPG or PDF format, and I literally spent hours looking through them. I was in awe. It is a smorgasbord of restaurants from all over the United States (and a few from Europe), and apparently everyone ate comfort food, drank lots of alcohol, then went and burned it off dancing the Charleston so they could stay slender in the flapper dresses and dapper in the suits.
I really want to learn the Charleston, it's the bee's knees.
I digress. The takeaways from this week's post: 1) We really need to start using "bee's knees" in common language again; 2) the 1920's inspired many a cocktail; 3) The LA library is awesome; 4) I want to learn the Charleston; and finally 5) our wedding guests are in for an awesome evening (at least, that's the goal).
I bid you all adieu! (I have to share this too, I think I was born in the wrong era)