The New Joys of Jello Chronicles Part 6

Imagine attending this party in 1979. Every Jello dish is loaded with three kinds of booze, including one laced with Cointreau. People are sexy and lean. They aren’t wearing football jerseys and yoga pants. They flow about the room and the furniture is plush. Check the mustachioed man in the background: he’s wearing a corduroy blazer! Dude will score! Maybe twice in one night once the Jello lubes everyone at the party and the music of Chic comes on and they clear out the living room for a shag carpet dance floor and that Japanese tube amplifier pipes warms sounds to the huge Swedish speakers. They will, I think the historical term for it is, boogie.

The broom closet will certainly get a work out.

Do contemporary adults attend parties like this, sans the Jello of course? I mean, even pre Pandemic?

Does anyone boogie anymore?

Does anyone wear a corduroy blazer to a party anymore, I mean without trying to hit a note of irony?

Are dinner parties as a cultural custom as dead as bowling leagues and playing bridge?

Oh what a joy to see people socializing and not using a phone! I cut this photograph and framed it as a reminder of quieter, smoother days when time moved like Jello.

What did these people talk about at this party? Inflation? The Iran hostages? Jello? I bet people talked in longer sentences back then and they all had little black books.