Hard to imagine a less inaugural setting than this pastel daybreak on the Atlantic Ocean. No crowds, no risers, no gowns. “It’s strange,” said Mr UD to me last night, via cellphone. “I’m on Pennsylvania Avenue, and there are two sorts of people here. Women in very elaborate gowns, and big groups that look like they’re going camping.”
He was downtown late at night because La Kid suddenly called and asked him to bring her fanciest dress to GW. “You won’t be able to get past the lobby. No access for anyone except students beyond that for a couple of days.”
La Kid’s going to an inaugural ball. The George Washington University inaugural ball, where she’ll perform with fellow cast members of The Wild Party. La Kid called UD yesterday afternoon to tell her about it.
“I’m sure it’ll be great, but I’ve got a sinking feeling nothing else in my life will ever measure up to yesterday… I’m currently having trouble believing it happened…. Miss H-C [La Kid’s high school choral director] calls my right arm — the one Bono stroked — The Magic Arm.” She yawned. “I’ve spent most of today in bed. I’m about to order Thai food.” [Pizza? La Kid??]
January 21st, 2009 at 5:59PM
yah, 32 years ago I was driving an ambulance down East 12th Street in Oakland, red lights, siren, traffic scattering before me. Never reached those heights since. All down hill.