"You got my vote. Yes we can! Tell the time." smiled Mr Michael C.

Very clever Michael.

And so all the SP blog stars and presidents, past and future, wish our Mr Obama the very best and we are rooting for you!

"Hold on, not me," said GW.

"Aw go home now, you had your smooch Bushie." I told that Texan clown.

There is always one, isn't there. Bushie, did you not read the Princess Manual, folks like us have to be nice to everyone at all times, Rule Number One. Och, waste of that time with that one.

Good luck Mr Obama, thanks to your popularity we both got a new job selling buttons, we used to work at Lehman, in the IT department but still.

"Ok, close your eyes and make a wish."

I gave GW a big, yummy,royal, sexy smooch, on the cheek in case Missus B got upset. It was quite nice as he had this lovely aftershave on.

So it was quite a night, even by SP standards.

"Come on Georgie, Sweetie, put your gun down, you can retire now and go and play golf and jog and visit all your Saudi buddies, you probably have a pretty good 401K , hopefully it is not all in the stock market, but still.

Go home, dearie, I am not afraid, my bodyguard is in there and he is very hunky and muscley as you probably saw so why don't you just go home quietly and I won't say another word about it to anyone. Ok, deal? ", I said in my most fierce tone.

"OK, but only if I get a kiss too and don't be telling my Barbara either as she does not take too kindly to that type of thing." GW said in my ear.

Now we know who wears the trousers in that house.

"SP,SP wait. Come back, tell me it is not over." I heard a familiar Texan voice calling me.

"My dear princess that is no beach ball in my hands, it is the whole world.

I can't take it, I have to fix the problems of all the whole world and I have only been the president for a few hours. SP, please come to DC and join the cabinet and help me, I don't think I can do it all on my own." He sighed, his face already pale and lined from worry.

"I would love to MR O, El Presidente, but DC is too boring for me and I need to stay here in New York where all my fans are and the doggy community too and the fun parties, I could not leave them. You have got Hillary now, she is almost as good as me."

"Yes, but she is not sexy. My new cabinet needs to be sexy. Oh and funny. Say you will come, do." He pleaded.

"Good night Mr President and get home safe. I will come and visit, I promise and we can text and Facebook and twitter so I will not be far way. Oh, here is Jan with your orange juice and I must hop along. Oh and good luck and all, rather you than me. It was a real pleasure, I would like to have been able to say you are better looking in person, but tonight your looks are a bit off due to tiredness no doubt."

So I hopped off a few blocks home, now that is what I call a party so many presidents to choose from, and some of them good looking too.

Oh golly jeepers golly gosh. It is him. HIM, you know.

BO.

Barak Obama, right here in our wee party in the east village.

"Mr Obama, it is awful nice of you to pop by all the way from DC when you and the missus Michelle have all the high society balls to attend but I guess you promised to make an appearance at all the parties, so you have got to do the rounds, you must be exhausted after the long day you have had , poor wee mite.

Have a wee breather. Listen whilst I have you to myself, I am a BIG fan even if I was not allowed to vote for you. But please do pass a law quickly to make the SP blog compulsory reading for all Americans, some comedy would do the folks here the world of good as everyone is a little down about the economy, well just a bit. But some people have not noticed too much, well maybe the few that sadly are in a coma in a hospital bed, but they vote too or someone votes for them, so try not to worry about it all tonight on your first night as president.

Actually you don't look too well, no wonder you are sitting quietly in the corner. I will get Jan to bring you a nice refreshing orange juice, sit right there and don't move. Relax, the SP is on it. Why don't you put that heavy blue ball down, no one will steal it here, the East village is gentrified now."

Well I had better get toodling off as my wee toe is killing me note the orthopedic unsexy shoe and I promised Wee Mumsy I would only go out for ten minutes.

Night all you presidents past and future, good luck to you all I say.

Hey hold on, who is this poor unfortunate at the door? What is he holding? That looks might heavy, that beach ball.

Nothing, what a let down.

Gregoria, you should at least add a smell, that is what your public wants and needs, take note, the SP is not happy now. I do not know if I have a vase big enough for these ones. Maybe they are supposed to hang on the wall and never leave the wall. A bit sad when you can not take the flowers home after a party, I always try to as they throw them out anyway. Funny kind of flowers but cool, surreal, trippy colors, very festive. I like them, maybe Gregoria will make some for me if I ask him nicely.

These flowers are really beautiful and colorful. I think I will get a bit closer to smell them. I love the smell of flowers, don't you.

Ahhhh breathe in..... and take a deep sniff.

Oh here is another president, President Gregoria, and his hat is on straight and his stars and stripes cape is tres elegant. He made all these flowers in the background as he is a trendy avant garde sculptor in his spare time. Presidents have hobbies, remember they are human too, just like you and me.

But at least keep your wig on straight, how can you make any wise decisions if you can not see. Claudinsky, do something!He has had too many presidential tipples.

I am not sure which president Ryan is supposed to be but he gets Claudinsky's vote , it seems. (And mine for that matter. I don't have a vote but if I did I would certainly go for the best looking, I mean most qualified, candidate.)

At the inauguration party many presidents from the past came back to give Obama a thumbs up.

"Well you charming yankee silkee man, if you would like to be my bodyguard for the rest of the night I am certainly not going to say no.But why a noose around your neck, our guy won, it is all good."

"If he is bothering you just let me know and out he will go to the cold night air." said a gallant and sexy lad in a very patriotic silky and skimpy outfit.

"Here is a drink for the old codger,"said Jan kindly, he is an Osho guy so kindness comes easily to him.

"Princess, they would not serve me at the bar, will you please get me a drink, I am gasping after that long journey from Texas. Everyone is mean to me here except you."

"Oh good he is gone, he is not really a good looser is he. Michael, you can bring out your Obama clock necklace again, he toddled off to the bar to drink away his sorrows, it seems. We should be nice to him as he is human just like you and me." I told my friends, who were quaking with fear , as you can see, after such a scary encounter.

We learned that at Princess School, even the most annoying person is also human and part of your LLS Loyal and Loving Subjects community so be nice to all.

"Oh jeepers creepers, put that gun down, you are not allowed to wave guns here in the East Village.

It was him with the red top, Michael Cha, said you should go home, I am a big gatecrasher myself so as far as I am concerned you are welcome and go get yourself a beer over there, just put the weapon down, nice old man.Calm yersel' doon." (Ialways revert to the Glaswegian dialect when I get scared)

"It should have been me. Why did I not get GW t-shirts and clocks and magnets? It is not fair." Howled GW ( he seems a tad depressed poor wee thing).

"Because no one liked you," said Captain Dave, under his breath, but I could certainly hear it.

"SSSSHHH have some compassion, Captain Dave, can't you see the man is upset." I nudged my captain in the ribs.

There is nothing meaner than gloating, even if it IS true. A princess is nice to everybody that is number one in my Rules Manual.

Oh my who invited you!

A gatecrasher and he does not look too happy either and who can blame him.

"Look GW, you had your chance and an extra term after some good vote rigging and got rid of Mr Gore. Be dignified and go home to your ranch and let someone else have a go."

Ok so I sneaked out and hobbled out to the Inauguration party at the Theater of the New City. Here I am with my world famous NY society photographer friend Miss Lisa Ackerman.

This is the proud mummy of our hip hop doggy and his wee sister who has little pink suede bootees and a red sweater to keep her warm and protected from the New York winter. Hey, she is better dressed than me.

From the back his wee blue pants are falling down but maybe that is his cool Hip Hop slouchy ghetto chic look, the Doggie version.

When I was finally allowed out I rushed to Tompkins Square doggy run as I heard there was some doggy couture outfits that the SP had to report on, like this dashing mutt with matching shoes, sweater and little pants.