I did some work for the Republican Party in Virginia this year, and some campaign work for the President’s campaign in Virginia. (Yes, I know, shocking.)
In any event, it seems I’m not getting that ambassadorship to Tahiti, but my wife and I are invited to the Inaugural Ball - the one at which Mr. and Mrs. Bush will make their first appearance of the night.
Maybe you can still get the post in the Dominican Republic. I’ll be interested to hear your first hand account later. I picture everyone dancing very formally like in Scorsese’s Age of Innocence.
This is one of those bits of US politics I used to think was just for films. Brass bands and streamers and people being introduced to balls. It all seems so quaint.
I second the 'Bear’s sentiments – hard though we fight in GD, you’ve always been a worthy and aboveboard opponent, and a good friend, and I’m happy that your efforts are getting the recognition they deserve.
I was at Reagan’s second. It was so damned cold that it was moved indoors, so I watched it from Congressman (now Senator) Jefford’s office. I ran into an old high school classmate who was on his staff, had a great time.
Bit of advice that may allow you and the Mrs to enjoy things a bit more, based on my experiences at the 1996 balls I went to. (I’ve been dying to go back to one since then, but things just haven’t worked out… :mad: )
If at all possible, leave the overcoats at home. The coat checks are disasters.
Seating tends to be in short supply. The lady may want to consider this as she selects her shoes for the evening.
The balls are one thing, but the events for the parties (DNC, RNC) are da bomb. I’m sure they’re run differently every year, but in '96 I was able to crash one of the inner circle DNC events by asking folks coming out for their tickets. That little bit of grovelling allowed me to see the Buckwheat Zydeco Band play for four hours, and the cooks served waffles and french toast at 5 am.