Hi Ladies! Happy Inauguration Day! I will not bore you with my not-unique feelings regarding the dawn of Obama’s second term…the relief, the historical significance, #MichellesBangs, Sasha and Malia’s unparallelled adolescent chicery. You can read all about it, and far more eloquently, on political blogs. No, I’m here to discuss my point of entry, which would be The Root’s totally glamorous Inauguration Ball at the National Museum of American History! I scored a ticket only because my baby sister Lauren is The Root’sDeputy Editor (bossed up, bossed up), but I still felt like a very glamorous DC insider being there. The Ball was, truly, a ball.
I saw a ton of old media friends, chatted up Skip Gates, and dodged a couple UVA crushes who hadn’t aged well (I hate that sinking, sad feeling you get when you see the musclebound football god you worshiped in 1994 devolve into the chubby black mayor on Nashville). I also strenuously ignored the circle forming around my dancing machine of a father (can’t take him anywhere), and the cater waiter who asked if he could refresh more than just my drink (sir, you have ASAP Rocky cornrows…no).
And now for my look. I was super-inspired by Michelle Pfeiffer in Scarface (the pristine bob, the clavicle)…but also, oddly enough, Kate Middleton. When I found out I was going to the Ball, I knew instantly that I wanted to rock the lowcut, hot pink Issa gown I’ve seen Duchess Kate rock at least three times. So I hit up RentTheRunway.com, and rented the slinky, swingy, disco-era confection for only a hunnid bucks!
The dress was kinda major, so I kept my makeup minor. Kohl-lined eyes along top and bottom lashlines, Kevin Aucoin Creamy Moist Blush in Liquifuschia and my favorite sexy-pop-of-pink lipstick, Kat Von D’s Painted Love Lipstick in Backstage Barbie (yeah, Ms. Von D is that random tattoo artist with the reality show, but her lipsticks are truly a gift from the Greek Goddess of Beauty, Cosmetiqua).
Speaking of lips, just in case you wanted to know what my fierce-ass sisters were wearing, here you go: Laur was wearing Stila Long Wear Lip Color in Paramour, a femme fatale crimson with wine undertones; and Brownie had on Philosophy’s legendary Lip Gloss in Kiss Me Gloss, a sheer berry glaze. Hot!
All in all, it was a lovely event! I got tipsy but didn’t slip in my sky-high heels, I drove a few boys wild, and Obama is still our fearless leader. I will sleep well tonight.