Last night a handful of DCists and their plus ones ventured to the City Museum to “succumb to a night of pleasure and bliss” (as the invitation instructed) and witness the unveiling of Heineken’s new Premium Light. After entering through a receiving line of beer, we knew the night was off to a good start. We mingled, we ate fried balls of goat cheese, and we waited with bated breath for the big reveal.

The atmosphere was set. The hors d’oeuvres were delicious. The corporate big-wigs were in attendance. Everything was just right. Except perhaps the fact that the DJ only appeared to have 10 songs with him, but hey, we like Beyonce as much as the next guy. We waited with our fingers crossed, hoping against hope that there would be Heineken girls. Because what’s a Heineken party without Heineken girls? We were not disappointed. Not only did we get a flock of “flight attendants,” we also got a Heineken pilot.

We couldn’t really suss out the meaning behind the aviation theme, though Tom suggests it was probably born in the mind of a marketing exec with a penchant for Lenny Kravitz. We all got our bottles of the new beer (which were taller and skinnier than normal Heineken bottles, as Heineken Light drinkers surely aspire to be), and the cockles of our hearts were warmed by the announcement that this wasn’t a meeting — this was a party. Who are we kidding? It was all about the Heineken Girls. So, without further adieu, we bring you, the Dancing Flight Attendants of Heineken Premium Light!