I once worked as a cater waiter in Greenwich, Connecticut. Greenwich is the Orange County of New England, a place where $100,000 parties are thrown for party’s sake, and at its fancy organic catering companies, if you were a fresh-faced Yale grad student you got the job.
I think fondly of that summer where my nights were filled with tennis courts and tasting bars, croquet, and rented furniture, where everyone wore white, and half of the breasts were enhanced, except the chicken, which was definitely hormone free. The champagne was not prosecco, and there were hedge funds everywhere. I kept waiting to see Martha Stewart, who had recently been released. That was the summer that I realized that extremely wealthy people love to eat burgers as much as everyone else when they are dressed as little hors d’oeuvres at $10.00 a pop.
That was the summer I graduated, and returned home to my native Nova Scotia. My return was bittersweet; I was sad to leave a place where the bathroom stalls were made of marble and where I'd made so many friends. But, those spectacular years helped me to realize what I wanted, and I've been working hard ever since.
I may not have a hedge fund, nor do I have a sprawling country estate, but I do throw some immaculate parties, with delicious food for beautiful, incredible people, and now I am starting to help other people do the same. As such, I consider my life to be rich!
Images taken from The Grat Gatsby (1974), The Great Gatsby (2013), and from my life (as photographed by Krista Comeau, 2014).