It’s Inauguration Day! I am such a sucker for pomp and circumstance and tradition and democracy and America! My goodness. How wonderful and great (however, I was a little disappointed to learn yesterday that Barack Obama was already sworn-in to office, but we can’t have everything all the time).
If you watched the Inauguration ceremony, you’re probably sitting at home right now toasting your forefathers and the framers of the Constitution. I am too. If you didn’t get to watch the Inauguration (probably because your company doesn’t support Martin Luther King, Jr., which is terrible), then I have my list of the top moments. Read this, and you’ll be able to join in all the intellectual conversations people start with you today. You’re welcome.
Since I’ve alerted all of you to this fiasco, I thought I should let everyone know that my wallet has been found and is now back in my possession where it belongs. I have to thank the staff at the Palace Theater for being so awesome, especially Tom, the carpenter, and the glamorous Barbara with the fabulous headscarf. I also need to thank Uncle Tom and Aunt Eileen for being so awesome in times of crisis, and my mom, for her efforts:
Jean: It wasn’t stolen from you. I think you did what you think you did and that was thinking that you put it in your pocketbook and instead laid it on top of it and when you picked up your bag the wallet fell on the ground. A very very nice family that had to pass your seat to get out picked it up, tried to catch up with you and couldn’t so they bought it to the lost and found. period, end of story.
me: haha do we live in a fairytale world?
Jean: yes and I like it here
“Any society, any nation, is judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members — the last, the least, the littlest.” - Cardinal Roger Mahony
Proving that you can’t count an Upper East Side helicopter parent out, Halloween proceeded as scheduled Wednesday night, with some streets in the high 70s blocked off for ardent trick-or-treaters. There were magicians, there were superheroes, and there were some slutty 14-year olds in really high, really sparkly stripper boots. Now, since everyone knows that 14 in UES years is really 27, I don’t think these girls should have been trick-or-treating. They should have been at a bar smoking a cigarette, drinking gin and tonics and talking about how emotionally stunted their boyfriends are. That’s what I did…I mean…what?
I’m happy to report that the brownstones on 77th know how to have a good time. The front stoops were decorated to the hilt, and two classy dames were handing out candy in full costume regalia. One of them was clearly a superhero I never heard of, and the other was wearing silly glasses. Aces.
“He rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.” ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea