Last night Husband and I were filtering through emails from friends about which Inaugural Balls they’re attending. $10,000 for commoners tickets to the Creative Coalition Ball? We’ll pass. Bring us a matchbook.

We liked both of the options at Dionne Warwick’s American Music fete, the Urban Ball or the Legends Ball. I don’t have any idea why anyone thought we’d be going to the Pennsylvania State Ball.

We’re sad there’s not an urban legends Ball, because that sounds like the most fun of all. This was followed by some nerdy political jokes I’ve already forgotten, as well as the decision that we’d had enough bourbon and hot apple cider. It was terribly amusing at the time, though.

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2 Thoughts on “Inaugural Balls

  1. ah, but there IS an Urban Legends Ball — a friend of my cousin’s roommate and his girlfriend went one year…

  2. I heard they didn’t get there because they ran out of gas out on rte 50, just before that old covered bridge. There was a guy with a hook for a hand or something…

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