After an insane nine months of party planning, the 2013 SAVE Homecoming event came to fruition last Friday.  The raucous ‘60’s themed night was an amazing evening of beehives, bouffants and beatniks.

I am currently experiencing what can only be described as post-partum, er, post-party depression.  All the time, effort and energy that went into making the evening memorable was all gone in four magical hours.

For the first year ever, we broke down and hired an event coordinator, Chadwick Brooks. It was the single smartest move we’ve ever made. Chadwick spared no expense to ensure the studio was decorated to the Nth degree (read that: tastefully inspired ‘60’s mod) and designed so that patrons could get a cocktail every ten feet (give or take five feet).

This was the second year for our annual Homecoming event.  Last year’s masquerade was an interesting mix of style and substance.  This year’s Mad Men-esque theme was done to perfection.

On the menu was an array of retro hors d’ouvres. From fondue to deviled eggs to vodka gimlets, the crowd was transported back to the oh-so edible era of 1967.  The artwork in the silent auction paid homage to the psychedelic, shagtastic decade as well.

Speaking of homage, I channeled my inner Sir Paul McCartney for the event.  I thought my Sgt. Peppers outfit looked foolproof.  Nope, in the span of several hours I was asked three times if I was Prince, twice if I was Elton John and once if I was Geraldo Rivera … strung out on acid.

The best part of the party? All the proceeds went to benefit SAVE, Inc … a local organization that singlehandedly puts roofs over the heads of nearly 850 people a month. Thus the name Homecoming was not only apropos … it was inspired.