This week was definitely one that will go down in history. I think it’s safe to say that President Obama will remember this one forever!

Sure he might have botched the oath a smidge, but with a speech like that, who cares? With all the inaugural balls he had to juggle, his Tuesday night definitely topped mine. I must say, both the President and the First Lady looked stunning! This may be the hottest Commander-in-Chief since JFK! There’s a lot riding on Mr. President this term.

There are plenty of things we’d like to see change and it looks like this administration might make it happen.

Other than that, the week was pretty standard. Gossip Girl and The City made their weekly appearances in our living rooms, and I had a quick chat with Brody Jenner. You know, the usual. Maybe I can lure him to be Valentine this year. Ah, wishful thinking. Chances are I’ll spend V-day alone rocking out to jams that I will never admit to listening to. Such is life…

Ok, so we are immature. But, come on; inaugural balls? Juggling? That’s funny!

[Photo and Headline courtesy of CNN]

Last night’s Inaugural Ball was a star studded event, to say the least. With celebrity guests from P. Diddy (or Puff Daddy, or Puffy, or whatever goes by these days) to Faith Hill, President Obama’s Inaugural Ball was one for the books.

When Denzel Washington introduced the President and his wife and they walked in to the traditional “Hail to the Chief,” I got goosebumps! The President and First Lady’s first dance had me crying like a single girl during “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” And her dress!! I want to get married in that dress!

The Inaugural Ball was all glitz and glamour, and as I sat on my couch with my boys Ben and Jerry in tow, all I could do was wish I was there. Wish that I was lavishly dressed in a Jason Wu gown as opposed to my overly-used Hofstra sweatpants, oversized sweatshirt and fuzzy socks. Wish that I was dancing with a successful, handsome man instead of snuggling up to my teddy bear. Wish that I was eating some freakin delicious dinner instead of Ramen. Wish that Beyonce sang a song just for me, instead of me dancing around to her jams in my underwear with my hairbrush. Wish that 1,000 people would come out to celebrate my life, instead of sitting home trying to friend people on Facebook.

But, alas, I am not Barack Obama. Or Michelle Obama. Or any Obama. I was an Obama voter, though. That’s gotta be something, right?