-Realized that our government is a sad sham if Fall-Out Boy dude, his rhinoplastic-fantastic girlfriend, the creepy redhead from the ABC show about MILFs, the guy that isn’t patrick dempsy from Pretty Doctors with Problems and the Jonas Brothers are more important than heads of state.

-OMFG THE JONAS BROTHERS ARE THE BIGGEST THING SINCE INTERNET PORNOGRAPHY

-it is so incredibly easy to get into the the dinner, even if you’re a creepy mid-40 something with a hat that reads “Operation Iraqi Freedom," wears 1970s Tennis player glasses and look like you’re going to murder someone.

-volunteer staff are forbidden from making eye contact with “famous guests."

-the red carpet “perp walk" is dangerous when it is raining and water leaks through the sealing. then through the hot lamps.

-Stumblebum Brass Band is incredible.

-"B Unit" is the magic pass card key thing that will make A-list journalists in their early 50s go fucking ape shit.

-D.C. after-parties can’t hang past 3 am.

-Kal Penn has the unfortunate super power of being cornered and holding symposiums on the state of education and Indian-American affairs in a bathroom.

-Blisters hurt.

-Garden brunch parties are awesome.

-David Carr is still my favorite all-time media person. If only for showing up to a garden brunch to say hello, participate in a mock vote and then leave to go to a wedding. And put up with me bumbling around going “uh…I…um…Reeler…ah…yeah."

-Choire Sicha was fucking everywhere. The Suit/Nikes combo will definitely be D.C. fashion by Tuesday.

-Red carpets are the devil’s work.