Nutgraf

The first dance of the evening

Had a great time at the Neighborhood Inaugural Ball, and spent some quality time alternately primping, freezing, shouting, and generally being in awe of our surroundings with some lovely lady friends.

Most of the ball looked something like this photo – with something totally great happening, and people holding up cell phones and cameras to capture the history and the awesomeness. It wasn’t until halfway through the first dance that I realized that the Obamas are not two inches tall and fuzzy, and that I should put the camera down for a minute and actually pay attention to the event, not the recording thereof.

And as much as the actual inauguration suffered from transportation and security bottlenecks (and how could it not, with crowd counts hovering around the 1.5 milliion mark), the ball was executed beautifully. We breezed into town on metro, were guided directly to the correct door of the convention center, whisked through a thorough but quick security screening, directed to the correct corridor, then swiftly moved into the ballroom. Then, metro brought us quickly and happily home. Nice work metro.

• Here are some pics from the Neighborhood Ball.

Tomorrow? Back to our regularly scheduled programming of creating tiny obsessive experiments of dubious utility.

Thank you for your kind indulgence.

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