It's Our Lady of Introspection, live from the Huffington Post ball! But what happened to her date?
Just got back to Dan’s - and look at that, history on the doorstep.
Neither of us had eaten all day, so we ended off the night (before we hitch-hiked home, that is) by sneaking downstairs around 2:30 am, and eating all the food along with the servers & caterers. One word: Crabcakes.
Shira is a ridiculous, ridiculous amount of fun.
The Huffington Post Inaugural Ball was, unsurprisingly, at the Newseum - the perfect, apropos location for their festivities, which were decidedly NON-recession. In other words, it was the most ridiculously decadent amazing over the top delicious warm convivial party I’ve been to in a long, long time.
My feet still hurt like a bitch though.
With Aubrey & Shira.
I left my curling iron at Next New Networks during the TMI taping, and had to buy a new one. IT BLOWS. My hair looked like total crap all night long. BLERG.
Shira says that our mutual girlfriend, Courtney Friel, calls her “West Coast Julia Allison” and me “East Coast Shira Lazar.” Awww
With the gorgeous & vivacious Shira Lazar in our coordinating gowns.
Ladies & gentlemen, meet Shira Lazar, LA denizen & total spitfire. Love her.
With Miss Rachel Sklar.
With Miss Aubrey Sabala, a fellow Georgetown grad and SF friend of mine.
With Elly, who only brought one (very warm) set of clothing to DC with her.
In my Milly dress coat from Bergdorf’s.
Dress by Marchesa (thank you to Linda at Ilus for loaning it to me!), headband by J. Crew, earrings by Mary Rambin.