Friday, January 16, 2009

What to Wear to the Ball?

My wife Danielle's take on inaugural dress codes.

Are you a...are you a..."

The man was so drunk he could barely get the words out. He shut his eyes and with fierce effort managed to splutter:

"Are you a wife or a prostitute?"

Ah, the glamor of inaugural balls! The intimate mingling amongst the thousands who have come from out of town for the sole purpose of getting ripped. The bon mots (see above). The divine dancing (I don't care if you're left or right: Have you ever seen two hundred policy wonks hopping to "Celebration"?!). The magical glimpse of the new First Couple ("Can you see them?" "No, there's this fat guy in front of me." "Wait—is that the top of her head? What's she wearing?" "I. CAN'T. SEE." "Ow, why the stampede?!" "I think the couple just left.")

Back to the drunken man. This was Bush/Quayle '88. Yes, I was there.

01/16 08:47 PM