Ramya's Friday blog post on conservative hotspot, Smith Point, caused a lot of excitement here at Campus Progress. Obviously, the possibilities seemed endless. Send one of our progressive interns to infiltrate the elite hangout of the likes of Barb and Jenna Bush. Let the hilarity ensue. Imagine my surprise then on Friday night when I accidentally (I must stress this word) and unknowingly wandered in to the side entrance of Smith Point. And I wasn't even wearing pearls!

And what was inside this fortress of young, hot, DC conservatism? Well, imagine if J.Crew suddenly exploded into a very dark space. That's Smith Point. Everything from the nautical theme (pictures of boats) to the sandy-haired white boys in pink polos and loafers screamed East Coast, "I've got a big yacht" preppy-chic. 

Extremely excited and a little intoxicated, I spent most of my time at the Point in reporter mode, asking people about their political affiliation. Almost everyone replied "Republican, of course" except for one girl in the bathroom who claimed to be a liberal. One khaki-clad guy smugly told my friend that had she been at Smith Point on a Saturday, she probably would have gotten to hang out with a Redskins player or a Bush twin. In the words of US Weekly readers everywhere, O-M-G!

What surprises me most about the night is that I had a great time. I mean, aside from the blinding amount of whiteness and the ridiculous decor, I thoroughly enjoyed spending an hour or so dancing to cheesy top 40 hip-hop ("Glamorous" by Fergie was notably well-received) and mingling with the "other side."

And who says we can't all get along?