#monleon.event

[monleonrpg]

DOWNTOWN MONLEON’S LAST FRIDAY EVENT

Every last Friday of the month, Monleon hosts an event that allows residents to unwind, spend time with their loved ones, and immerse themselves in the artsy, eclectic, and culture-driven community that they call home, transforming Monleon into an even livelier little city than usual. Walking down Mainstreet, residents will be able to gaze at the work of Monleon’s artist colony, gathering over 20 painters, potters, spinners, and more. Galleries, boutiques, speciality shops and restaurants alike open their doors to the public singing, dancing, strolling or serenading the community and its guests. 

Set amongst charming old Florida houses and flora, the vibe is as fresh and hip as the art itself. Enjoy music as Bayfront Marina Park comes alive with local and regional musicians, playing everything from jazz and blues to rock and roll and contemporary hits, swaying to the gentle tides and the whirl of sailboat masts, fluttering against a backdrop of vibe-worth tunes, food, drinks, and smiling faces. 

Whether you’re a local, new in town, or just passing through, Monleon welcomes you to celebrate the first Last Friday event of the new year, and enjoy the cool breezes and moonlight sky that is sure to bring our tight-knit community together.

IMPORTANT LINKS.

AROUND MONLEON 

MAP OF MONLEON

DETAILS.

WHO: Residents of Monleon and their families are invited to attend.

WHAT: Monthly Last Friday event held Downtown.

WHERE: Main Street, Downtown Monleon.

WHEN: In-character ⏤ Friday, Jan 29th from 5 PM to 11 PM; out of character –– Friday, Jan 29th to Feb 1st. Interactions open at noon!

DRESS CODE: None. Expect a 70°F Florida chill. 

POINT OPPORTUNITIES.

Two (2) members may volunteer to submit a write-up to the Soleada Tribune. This is first-come, first-serve.

[steviecalhoun]

WHERE: bayfront marina park ( last friday event ) WHO: open to all  ( @monleonstarters​ )

Tradition, Stevie thinks, is a get-out-of-jail-free card for people scared shitless to change. Repetition doesn’t make a thing sacred—fuck, it doesn’t even guarantee you’ll be good at it. Monleon’s Last Friday is tradition. It has been for as long as she can remember, and sure, she enjoys the festivities more than baby showers or God forbid, Thanksgiving. It’s as much culture as you’ll get in Florida’s Gulf Coast and therefore, it’s a necessary evil. As it transpires, Monleon’s population aren’t big on vinyl. And as the acting owner of the city’s sole record shop, that’s now Stevie’s problem. 

So far, she’s spent the past hour and a half like this: Fender Jazzmaster in hand, a box of records at her feet, strumming a little part of her soul away. It’s not that busking’s beneath her, although she refuses to be a gimmick and so far, her choices have consisted of mostly deep cuts. Rather, it’s easy to get lost in the music, unavoidable to bleed along. It always has been. 

Her fingers fall away from the frets and it’s only then that Stevie notices that someone’s stopped to listen. Think customer-service related thoughts. She summons a smile. “They’re all fifteen dollars. You can have a look through, if you want.” 

[caldwellderek]

📍𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗚𝗔𝗟𝗔 

      So far, so good. No complaints about the food were brought back to the kitchen, which meant the head chef wasn’t being a stickler. It meant a few breaks were well earned with all the hard work put in. Slipping out of his dirty chef’s jacket, he rolls up the sleeves of his white button up -- worn just in case he got the chance to check into the event. 

      Shooting Ellie a text, he runs a hand through his hair as he scans the area. The atmosphere had a grin growing on his face as he weaved through the crowd. Scanning the crowd, he spots Ellie and taps on her shoulder. “Hello, ma’am. Can I bother you for a dance?” 

@magic-ellie​ & @casoncohen​

[wyattmontgomery]

open starter @monleonstarters​ location: moleon memorial hospital charity gala

Wyatt was completely out of his element that night, knowing that it probably showed. He supported local fundraising initiatives, but his teaching salary did not leave a lot of disposable income for attending charity galas - the only reason he was in attendance that night was because a colleague had given him her ticket after she fell sick. After texting the babysitter for the fifth time that night to check in on Noelle, Wyatt plucked another champagne flute from a passing server. “Have you tried any of the cocktails yet? If so, what would you recommend?” he casually asked the person next to him near the bar. He was usually a beer drinker, at least when he did go out for a pint or two. But there was a long list of cocktails, keeping with the 1920′s theme -  Sidecar, The Southside, French 75 to name a few. There was the usual Old Fashioned on the menu, but this was his opportunity to explore different options rather than getting the safe one.

[danverslily]

📍𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗚𝗔𝗟𝗔

      Two drinks in hand, Lily weaves her way through the crowd. It’s been a mostly quiet evening. Not much to report. She hasn’t seen her brother or Bellamy for a while now. She has no doubt he’s terrorizing the wait staff. Or maybe he was actually behaving. Always hard to tell. She was down to the last few on the cocktail menu she hadn’t tried. It was now up to Cliodhna and her to finish their rating chart.

      Careful not to spill any, she slips between a few people before finding her friend. “I lost track of the names, but this the Old Fashioned. An oldie, but I haven’t tried the gala’s take on it. We must carry on. I think we have like three drinks left after this.” 

@cliodhnamcgrath​

[emiliabaccvich]

OPEN STARTER @ THE MONLEON MEMORIAL GALA.

Rumors were scuttled around Atticus on East for weeks before the Gala, and yet whilst Emilia claimed to be immune to the curiosity that gripped her coworkers with the strength and might of Zeus, she had to admit–– she wondered, too, who would be catering the massive event. It wasn’t until the day prior that the restaurant’s name, a rival to the establishment she worked at, was splashed on the front cover of the local paper. She carefully examined the seemingly endless trays of food being passed around, raising her brow in appraisal at one shrimp cocktail that came her way. She comments to the individual beside her, “Monleon knows how to throw a 1920s extravaganza. Cocktails, Oysters Rockefeller’s, deviled eggs... I couldn’t have done it better myself.” There’s an embittered twist in her heart at the thought. “Think we’ll see blood at the auction?” 

[evierhodcs]

open starter @monleonstarters​ location: monleon memorial hospital charity gala

Evie’s facial expression was rather blank as she danced with her partner, a colleague of her father’s that had always taken somewhat of a liking to the middle Rhodes child. “Mhm, Travis,” she responded nonchalantly as he complimented her on her ravishing beauty - ironically, the same beauty that he made fun of her for using when she was into pageantry. She had to resist every urge to slap him in the middle of the dance floor in the middle of all the gala’s attendees, but thankfully the song ended. Before Travis could ask for other dance, Evie quickly spotted someone out of the corner of her eye. “Sorry, gotta catch up with my friends,” she told him apologetically, faking a contrite smile as she sauntered off and joined the person she had seen. “How’s it going?” she asked, her lips pursed as she saw Travis still observing her movements. “Just came over to say hi - and to avoid a persistent dance partner,” she stated nonchalantly, looking at her chosen company. You better play along, the brunette thought.

[logandanvers]

LOGAN DANVERS attends the MONLEON MEMORIAL GALA at THE RIVERSIDE HOTEL.

[mariahkenmoreblog]

Mariah’s Outfit to the Gala

[candicejriley]

[cliodhnamcgrath]

location; charity gala

you manage to swirl the glass of wine in your hands, lingering only for a moment before you pull it to your lips. eyes searching over the rim and staring into the small groups of people who cluster themselves amongst one another. this wasn’t your thing, by any means. and these people? extraordinarily out of your league. what did you, a girl raised in annagry have in common with the elite of menleon? little. very very little. and so you watch them, curiosity spiking as they mingled amongst one another. flamboyant laughs linger throughout the crowded room and vanishing amongst the shrill of others. until you turn your head that is, noticing you now had company, “hello,” you start, pulling the glass from your mouth as you look them over, “some party, hm?”

[wyattmontgomery]

wyatt montgomery + fashion

monleon memorial hospital charity gala

[emiliabaccvich]

EMILIA BACOVICH @ THE MONLEON MEMORIAL GALA FRIDAY, JUNE 12ᵗʰ, 2020.

[evierhodcs]

evie rhodes + fashion

monleon memorial hospital charity gala  theme: roaring 20′s