6:30 am: Rick and I leave our kids with my in-laws in Cherry Hill, NJ and depart via car to attend the inauguration of Barack Obama.
Come on Rick! This is historic. This is momentous. Let’s see some enthusiasm.
There you go babe.
We park our car in Maryland and take the metro up to the Capitol. And that’s where things get a little hairy. Because there are massive amounts of crowds.
Like “I’m getting really goddamn nervous” kind of crowds. We HOLD TICKETS but can’t even get to the security checkpoint because of the throngs of people pressed up against us and absolutely no crowd control. And we aren’t the only ones shut out.
Here I am, longing to be on the other side of this security fence…
Here’s Rick when he realizes that we can’t get in before the ceremony starts…
11:30 am: We’re screwed and abandon all efforts to get to our ticket area. We decide to look for a hotel or bar where we can AT LEAST see the speech.
Except we can’t get in anywhere. The hotels are only letting in guests and the restaurants are all holding private parties. We finally, desperately, make our way to Union Station where we sneak into a private party at America Restaurant and witness history on this…
Yes, a TV. And it’s sort of like watching it at home, except for the mean hostess who’s pacing back and forth, kicking out inaugural party crashers. Somehow Rick and I stay under the radar.
As I watch the new President speak, tears fill my eyes. Hope and joy overwhelm me.
And heck, at least I’m not cold.
After the speech, we thank the party coordinators on our way out, “Great party! We had a wonderful time. See you in four years!”
And then we have lunch at the Union Station food court. And by the way, in case you’re wondering, they do not accept unused inauguration tickets in lieu of cash.