It’s a safe bet. I’ll never be President of The United States. But in some crazy alternate universe where that couldve actually happened, the pomp and circumstance would’ve been a little different. The way I see it, I’ve got the job so what not have some fun.
Like the clothes. Everybody makes a fuss over what the First Lady was wearing. What she wore at the swearing-in ceremony, then what she changed into for lunch and so forth and so on, while the President is pretty much in the same suit till the Balls at night. No, not me. I’d wear a nice suit for the swearing in. Then maybe at lunch, I’d break out something a little more casual. I don’t know…maybe a jacket with a turtle neck, or maybe really freak ’em out and go vintage with a leisure suit from the 70’s.
For the Inaugural Ball I’d of course go black tie, but as it was getting close to wrapping up, I’d change into some lounging pajamas and a smoking jacket and then make an announcement with a bourbon nightcap in hand- “Ok, people. Party’s over. Let’s wrap it up. Got a country to run in the morning. Don’t make me call the cops. Kidding. That’s what Secret Service is for. Okay, then. Thanks for coming. The center pieces are up for grabs if anyone wants one on the way out.” Of course, that statement would be a “wink and a nod” because anybody in my private circle would know that INAUGURAL POKER game was just moments away and that the night was far from over. But like I said, I’ll probably never be President of The United States. Too bad…you would’ve loved the hats.