Controversial take: parties are fun. But what about vintage parties? I think they're even more funnerer. For example, take a look at this New Year's Eve party from 1959. It wouldn't be long before it would officially be the 1960s. Unfortunately, nothing of historical importance happened in the 1960s, which is why nobody ever talks about that decade.
"Let's not just have a party, let's have a costume party!". I'm not sure what that fellow on the left is supposed to be (he almost looks like a character from "Guys and Dolls"), but I like his checked suit. A LOT. His wife is a flapper from the 1920s, she loves dancing the Charleston and drinking a nice gin rickey.
My theory is that these two met when the guy played on the high school basketball team, and the gal was a cheerleader (or just a fan). It was love at first sight! He must have to duck to walk through doorways. She almost looks like another flapper, but I think she's more along the lines of a French chanteuse. Or a Bohemian? Or perhaps a Beatnik?
The man is embarrassed because nobody told him this was a costume party. "I feel so dumb in my ordinary day clothes!". His parachute pants look like they're made out of rain slicker material. Spill ketchup on them? Just hose 'em off! His wife is dressed as a saucy harem girl (with a heart of gold of course).
Next is a distinguished caballero (love that beard and mustache), I wonder if he knows Don Diego (aka "Zorro"?). He is smitten with this cheerful but fiery flamenco dancer (who is holding invisible castanets). Olé!
And finally, from New Year's Eve circa 1961 comes this amusing photo of a man who has partied just a bit too hearty. He's feeling no pain. His wisenheimer friends have covered him with a bunch of napkins, and he still clutches his dinner fork. Somebody placed small lampshade (?) on his head, and the cork from that bottle of rum sits in his mouth (maybe to stop his snoring?). He's going to have such a headache on the first morning of 1962.
I hope everybody has a very happy New Year's Eve!