Inauguration Teas...

All that I can say is "Wow"!  What an amazing week.  I witnessed history first hand.  It's like someone shoved my narrow ass into a history book and shut it.  I still can't believe I witnessed the first African American President of the United States being sworn in.  It still feels so freakin' surreal, like Salvador Dali himself painted a picture of the day. The events of the this week were definitely inspirational.  Obama has lots of work to do in order to change the inertia of government.  He needs our support, and most importantly our prayers to wash the graffiti off of the United States defaced walls.  Hopefully soon our country will feel like it did before, our economy will jump start, and people can feel proud to be American.  We've "popped a U" in the middle of the street, and now I feel like we're moving in the right direction.

...and now for the parties

So you thought that D.C. wasn't gonna party?  Chocolate City--First Black President?  Chile Please!

My brother Borzou had a party at his uncle's restaurant on Saturday night.  The turn out was amazing, we had such a good time, and my scarf was OVER!  

Later on that night, we went to PARK on 14th.  The door was a little hectic, but once in, the party was cute.  We partied hard until the wee hours.  OUR PRESIDENT IS BLACK...

I was actually supposed to work the next day, but I called in because OUR PRESIDENT IS BLACK...  I relaxed all day, and watched the free concert on the mall.  I saw Beyonce perform in the black leather gloves that Tina Knowles bought from my store on Saturday.  Tina is the ruler, and her Prada riding boots slayed me!

I ran around all day on Monday doing errands in a packed city.  There were so many streets closed off, and people were EVERYWHERE.  I went sofa shopping, and found the perfect sofa.  The salesman told me that because of the Inauguration festivities, that I had to wait.  I looked at him straight faced and asked "Why am I being punished?".  He got life, and I had my sofa in house on Monday afternoon.  

Later in the day my friend from college Rashad called and told me to meet him at a party that GLAAD was throwing at BeBar.

Things were a little crazy around the house with the sofa delivery and all, but I managed to twirl.  I had to go being that I missed Rashad while I was in New York, because of conflicting work schedules.  I especially had to go because I had to meet Jamaul, which is Rashad's partner and new fiance.  Congrats guys, and I liked the noir/blanc combo Jamaul.

That's my friend Danielle from college as well.  Rashad and Danielle used to date.  (crickets)  After the party, I hit it to my favorite spot Ruth Chris.  There were many jokes at the bar, and the out-of-town trade were OVER!  I got my usual, and hit it.  I wanted to make it home early to rest up for Inauguration Day.  

Sister Natalie called my bright and early and told me to twirl down to the Capitol.  I could have walked, but I wanted to make it in time.  I caught a rickshaw.  As soon as I stepped foot off the rickshaw, and reached into my back pocket to pay him, I realized that I had left EVERYTHING at home.  Sister didn't have any cash on her either.  The "aggressive pan-handling rickshaw driver" made my sister walk to 4 ATM machines.  Most of them were out of cash due to the large crowds.  We finally found one and paid the asshole.  Sorry Sister...

Wow, what an amazing visual.  Go head Michelle with your J. Crew gloves...

The energy there at the Capitol was infectious.  Everyone was so nice.  It was reported that there wasn't  single arrest.  I said OUR PRESIDENT IS BLACK...

What a great shot this was.  I was walking home down Massachusetts, and saw droves of people walking home down the interstate.  All major roadways into the city were closed off, and only open to pedestrians, lesbians, and authorized vehicles...lol.

Let me tell you how D.C. was getting their coin on.  This little boy set up a hot cocoa stand, and charged a dollar a cup.  His station was all equipped with a fully functioning microwave.  That's the next Donald Trump right there...

After fighting the crowds all day, I was exhausted.  I came home and relaxed.  Later on I watched Beyonce sing for our new President and First Lady.  She looked beautiful, and sounded amazing.  

Later that night Normie and I went to a private party held at Artefacto, a huge art space in Georgetown.  

There was amazing Obama artwork from artist all over the United States.  The band that played the music for 'Cadillac Records' was there and rocked the house.  The one and only MC Lyte was D.J. as well because OUR PRESIDENT IS BLACK...

That's my sweet child Yaneek, and her man Mike.

Look at those sweet babies...

Oh, one more thing...OUR PRESIDENT IS BLACK!