The second half of history
So, last we left, I was sitting at my desk, eating an orange... contemplating the next 2.1 mile walk (uphill!) back to Cynthia's. Ugh. I did finally limp up 16th St, past a guy wearing a Make Out, Not War button and a girl carrying a Health Care, not Warfare shoulder bag. Stopped for two empanadas. Collapsed on couch.
Oh! Ted Kennedy! The honored guest at my ball last night... I have blogged before about my Ted-love. (Familial, not romantic. Wish he was my Uncle Ted too. We could eat oysters! Talk about wind energy -- right for some people, like maybe in Iowa, but not for us...) Last night, at the ball, while I was expressing my near-teary Ted regret over the lobster risotto, somebody says to me, "Well, he's dying."
He's dying???! Maybe. But I won't say so. Not for sure.
Anyhoo, back on the couch, lots of parade coverage. Lots of water.
And then, eventually, off to the ball! I'm not a make-up gal, but I tried my best with my new eyeshadow from Target. (Twenty bucks! For eyeshadow?? But it did come in a nifty case with three colors that pre-matched, removing the possibility that I might think blue goes with green. But it could, couldn't it?? Because it works in the ocean. And I do like the ocean.)
That's me on the left, the lovely Cynthia on the right.
Got lucky with a cab, except cabdriver was big ninny who dropped us off SIX BLOCKS from the Folger Shakespeare Library, where last night's ball was held. Good thing I was wearing woolly tights under Vera Wang. We stopped some teenagers near the Capitol, which seemed to be glowing with unusual beauty, and asked them to take our picture. Had momentary -- um, I just gave my digital camera to faceless kid in a hoodie?? Then felt regret at my anti-hoodlum paranoia. We are One!! Kid Hoodie was surprised too, it seemed. Picture lousy anyway.
At the coat check: George Lucas!!
The scene: Enough dark wood to sail the Spanish Armada, yards of crimson-bound books, enormous fireplace and lots of nerdy men in tuxedos (this particular ball was sponsored by a consortium of educational tech interests).
The food: Creamy lobster risotto, fresh tomato and goat cheese tart, and a watercress salad with pears! Munch, munch. Ohhhh...raspberry cream tart and chocolate bread pudding.
The entertainment: World-famous Farras! What? You haven't heard of him? Seriously? Because he's been in the Today Show -- you know, the TODAY Show?? -- and he does a to-die-for cover of Elton John's Tiny Dancer. Get with it, ladies.
Mr. Big was supposed to show up, but he did not.
So, you know, it was fun. It was an "unofficial" ball, which means no Obama. Which also means no security... not a bad thing. Oh! Speaking of security, I read in the Washington Post today that ticket-holders spent FOUR HOURS in the Third Street Tunnel yesterday, also known as the TUNNEL OF DOOM, and still never made it into the light, onto the Mall. These include people who have waited all their lives for such a moment -- and all they saw was a whole bunch of ski jackets. I feel very bad for those people.
More photos to come. Promise!
Oh! Ted Kennedy! The honored guest at my ball last night... I have blogged before about my Ted-love. (Familial, not romantic. Wish he was my Uncle Ted too. We could eat oysters! Talk about wind energy -- right for some people, like maybe in Iowa, but not for us...) Last night, at the ball, while I was expressing my near-teary Ted regret over the lobster risotto, somebody says to me, "Well, he's dying."
He's dying???! Maybe. But I won't say so. Not for sure.
Anyhoo, back on the couch, lots of parade coverage. Lots of water.
And then, eventually, off to the ball! I'm not a make-up gal, but I tried my best with my new eyeshadow from Target. (Twenty bucks! For eyeshadow?? But it did come in a nifty case with three colors that pre-matched, removing the possibility that I might think blue goes with green. But it could, couldn't it?? Because it works in the ocean. And I do like the ocean.)
That's me on the left, the lovely Cynthia on the right.
Got lucky with a cab, except cabdriver was big ninny who dropped us off SIX BLOCKS from the Folger Shakespeare Library, where last night's ball was held. Good thing I was wearing woolly tights under Vera Wang. We stopped some teenagers near the Capitol, which seemed to be glowing with unusual beauty, and asked them to take our picture. Had momentary -- um, I just gave my digital camera to faceless kid in a hoodie?? Then felt regret at my anti-hoodlum paranoia. We are One!! Kid Hoodie was surprised too, it seemed. Picture lousy anyway.
At the coat check: George Lucas!!
The scene: Enough dark wood to sail the Spanish Armada, yards of crimson-bound books, enormous fireplace and lots of nerdy men in tuxedos (this particular ball was sponsored by a consortium of educational tech interests).
The food: Creamy lobster risotto, fresh tomato and goat cheese tart, and a watercress salad with pears! Munch, munch. Ohhhh...raspberry cream tart and chocolate bread pudding.
The entertainment: World-famous Farras! What? You haven't heard of him? Seriously? Because he's been in the Today Show -- you know, the TODAY Show?? -- and he does a to-die-for cover of Elton John's Tiny Dancer. Get with it, ladies.
Mr. Big was supposed to show up, but he did not.
So, you know, it was fun. It was an "unofficial" ball, which means no Obama. Which also means no security... not a bad thing. Oh! Speaking of security, I read in the Washington Post today that ticket-holders spent FOUR HOURS in the Third Street Tunnel yesterday, also known as the TUNNEL OF DOOM, and still never made it into the light, onto the Mall. These include people who have waited all their lives for such a moment -- and all they saw was a whole bunch of ski jackets. I feel very bad for those people.
More photos to come. Promise!
posted by Mary Ellen at
4:12 PM
3 Comments:
Oh dang....I am MAJORly jealous...except that I watched cozied up in a quilt with a cup of cocoa and my son by my side. He's almost 15, no longer speaks in complete sentences and was home because of his high school half day final exams. Nice to watch history with someone like that....
But you got George Lucas! I do have much advice for not approaching George Lucas when you're really drunk.... Did you say hello to him for me?
The dress and jewels look lovely! Now you must use again. (is David reading?)
It's very generous of you to cover for the fact that I was the one who quite capriciously entrusted your camera to the youth of today. As I was doing it I thought, "Wow, she's gonna be really pissed if these kids take off with her camera."
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