Dear C,
Funny to think that the Annointed One was only a few blocks from our house last night, and yet my family and I were none the wiser. I'd like to think it is because we were absorbed in loftier matters – a family game of Scrabble, say, or an impromptu sing-a-long around the pianoforte. Alas, the truth of the matter is, the twins and I were all in horizontal position on the sofa, shoveling bucketloads of ice-cream into our mouths (the advantage of a cheap sofa being you don't care what happens to it), while offering an armchair critique of the new crop of hopefuls auditioning for the latest season of American Idol. Meanwhile, my own dear ballandchain was out doing his own bit to save the free world – although I have no idea why this should always involve a tennis racket, a jock strap, and a knee brace.
Ironic to think that if I had only bothered to step outside to investigate the wailing sirens interfering with our viewing pleasure, I might have caught a glimpse of an actual, as opposed to wannabe, Celebrity. Indeed, the Obamasteria surrounding our New President is unlike anything I have seen since the early days of Priness Di, whom I also failed to recognize when she opened the door for me twice. (Reassuring to discover that self-absorption trumps voyeurism, don't you think?) Then again, in my limited experience of celebrity stalking (honest!), you generally line up for hours, hoping the heavens will part and your beloved will descend from the heavens, before catching one glimpse of you in the crowd and asking for your hand in marriage right then and there, only to catch a glimpse of the back of their head (if you are lucky), as the motorcade of tinted windows whizzes past.
As for Michelle, I prefer to think she spent the evening not dwelling on her husband's achievements, which come, as they always seem to, at the expense of her own, but that she instead slipped off her Loboutins and kicked back with Malia and Sasha while tuning into Simon, Paula, Randy and the annoying nobody that somebody in their wisdom decided to appoint as the new judge. And I like to think that Obama was just a teeny-weeny bit jealous.
P.
