Tuesday, the world will be watching our country. Specifically, their gazes will be fixed on Washington D.C. and the inauguration of our 44th President, Barack Obama. I'm great with this. I'm thrilled that we're putting this part of our national selves on display and very, very proud to be represented by the people who are taking over the task of governing. The world will be watching, all day long and into the night as the 93,764 inaugural balls of various flavors and species go on.
But there is one moment during which I can't help hoping that maybe the entire world will have to get up and take a bathroom break. Beyoncé Knowles will be singing the song that Barack & Michelle Obama dance to in their first dance as America's first couple. She'll be crooning the classic tune, "At Last." Great song, and goodness knows Ms. Knowles has the pipes to pull it off, but I just can't help but be a little nervous about... well, you know...
MOTHER OF GOD!!!
I'd love it if she'd consult on wardrobe with the Obamas' new social secretary, the famously and fiercely chic Desiree Rogers:
Oh, now THAT'S a good haircut.
That's her in the silver sequined number. Hot-CHA.
but in a more patriotic color, of course. Red. Or white. Or blue. Or silver. Super super shiny sparkly glittery cut-down-to-here-and-slit-up-to-there silver. My money's on silver.
Of course I'm looking forward to the Obama's first dance, if for no other reason than I'm dying to see what gown the new First Lady chooses for her maiden voyage. (According to the news I'm hearing Monday night, girlfriend claims she still doesn't know what she's going to wear, but I don't believe it for a minute. Ms. Thing likes her clothes, and she thinks about them. Another reason I lovelovelove her.) But I am nibbling my cuticles in dread a weeeeeeee bit envisioning what Our Lady of Bootylicious deems appropriate garb for serenading our First Couple on this most historic night. And hoping that the rest of the world (or at least a big chunk of Europe) decides that is the right moment to run to the fridge for another cold drink.
On the other hand, nothing can ruin this day for me. So, Beyoncé, honey, if you wanna wear the robot outfit, knock yourself out. Just sing your heart out.
At last, indeed.
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