|Obamas, you so sassy!|
It was cold yesterday. Very cold by DC standards, and yet
Premal and I—and about a million of our fellow Americans—braved the elements
for nearly 8 hours. Why, you ask? Well, because it was inauguration day and my
brother got me tickets, and if I had tickets I was going to go goshdarnit. By
the day’s end we had seen more uniforms than I knew existed, watched a herd of
young unicyclists wipe out before our eyes, we had been accosted and held
prisoner by sadistic police from the MPD (Sgt. Trainor, badge #S950—just in
case you were curious), I cried at least 6 times and none of us could feel our
toes. Oh, and we also saw the president.
All in all, I’d call the day a success.
|(L) Pre-parade (R) post-inauguration|
|Fist-pump for Joe Biden|
A sampling of the sartorial sensibilities of our armed
forces on display
|Scenes around 1600 Pennsylvania Ave|