Almost everyone who shows up at a ball the first time, high hopes in tow, ends up with that forlorn is-this-all-there-is?
A young New Orleans woman, Tammy Mayeux, found a place to sit on a staircase outside one of George H W Bush’s galas in the Washington Hilton in 1989 and ruefully described her experience to me.
“Balls are kind of different in New Orleans,” she said. “We have tables and food and drinks. I just walked in here and said, ‘You mean we can't sit down?’ “
“Everybody wants to be Cinderella for one night. So when they hear ‘ball’ they lose their minds,” said Heather Podesta, a Washington lobbyist and lawyer.