If I still lived in Silver Spring (close-in suburb but far enough out to avoid road closures etc) I'd totally volunteer my house as Jezebel Camp. Reason number #69342 to regret leaving DC, but anyway.

Oh, here's another general tip for ladies planning to be in town: place not too much faith in cabs. My husband's birthday is Jan 19; in 2001 we attempted to take a cab from his birthday dinner in Dupont Circle back to my apartment in Woodley Park (like 3 lousy miles or something but it was cold and drizzly). We did *get* a cab, but the cab sat there. And sat and sat. While the meter ran. We ended up having to ditch and walk. Which was better anyway, all the more to shoot daggers of hate at the hats-and-furs crowd heading into the Wardman Park Marriott across from my apartment.

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Regardless, that's good advice-- I've pretty much written off trying to use a cab for the entire 5-day stretch. It was bad enough on Election night this year.

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We should designate some local bar here and all show up pretending we just left a ball.

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My totally boring date may have been a factor, though.

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My friend was a high level staffer for Biden's campaign and just now got the definite "You're going to the Delaware Ball" go-ahead. Whether she gets to take her dad is still way up in the air.

From what I understand, in this particular inauguration, the "I know a guy" people are getting shafted right and left.

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Just a suggestion: no booties or shooties or whatever those things are called.

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@dancerevolution is on the beach, bish. : I would never buy those. I am already both tall and stumpy-legged; those things manage to make me both taller and stumpy-legged-er. It's a miraculous coincidence of unflattery.

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I once showed up at prom in the same dress as another girl... I survived!

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VERY WELL PLAYED, MY DEAR.

I'm just happy to be a part of it though, I'll set up chairs and hand out brochoures anywhere.

I do hope PortAPotty watching isn't a real job.

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I had this HUGE fakeout yesterday evening as a result of all this-- there was a large white envelope in the mail from the Presidential Inauguration Committee, and I very excitedly thought maybe it was my assignment already. I opened it up, and saw the first page was heavy paper with gold embossed writing, and I see, "You are cordially invited to..." so I got all excited and thought maybe I somehow was invited to a ball or inaugural event.

Yeah, no, it was just some fancy fake invitation to all the inaugural events "open to the public". Not sure if I got it because I'm a DC resident, a volunteer, because I donated, or just because I'm a US citizen and the rest of the country got one too, but boy did my heart skip for a second!

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Ha! I haven't received that letter, so maybe you are special!

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As it turns out, another friend of mine did the exact same thing, as did her mother, and they were both chosen too. This leads her to theorize that maybe a large majority of those 60,000 applicants were out-of-towners, who present their own logistical issues and are harder to depend on. So the Committee purposely ran the Post story knowing it would result in a lot of last minute in-town applicants. It's seems pretty plausible, I don't know!

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Cancel my ticket!

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