Here’s the juggle. The red carpet is quasi outside, but if we go inside, we might miss a notable person’s glittery arrival.
Did I mention that we haven’t eaten since the granola bar at 10a? It’s way past dinnertime and we’ve just walked (again) from 6th and O St. to 6th and F. You do the math. My feet are very mad at me.
There are camouflage armored vehicles lined up behind very stretchy limos. All stuck in gridlock caused by street closures.
At the Creative Coalition Ball at the Harmon center, there are so many stars— it’s an exercise in neck-snapping.
Heather Graham was nice enough to stop and chat about Obama. She looks amazing on flipcam… She’d look amazing on a polaroid.
Matthew Modine stopped to say hello. He said that we’re in the “epicenter of the Earth.” He pointed to his feet. “The whole world is watching tonight,” he said. “It’s red hot.”
Susan Sarandon said “I’m so used to coming to the capitol for incredibly painful events… Getting arrested… and I’m so glad to be here to celebrate.”
Spike lee wore a top hat.
Anne Hathaway was beautiful in a red chiffon plunging v-neck gown…
…and Marisa Tomei wore a cool black flared poodle skirt/dress… So cool.
Elvis Costello is so fun live. One man, one guitar, one amplifier. He finished up the set w/ “pump it up.”
And finally Sting took the stage. My feet aren’t so mad anymore…
That is at least until I try to get home to the Mayflower.
And for my final juggle, after a day of epic proportions… I just wish I could have brought my 3 boys along for the ride.