+ one Griot Girl + a crazy dash for Penn Station = I’m going to the inauguration!!
No, seriously. Pat had asked what I was going to do on Tuesday. I figured I’d be in New York, watching on the big TV with my students, trying not to cry too hysterically in front of them. I knew I wanted to be in DC, but didn’t think I could pull it off.
And I’m still not sure I’ll pull it off … but I’m on my way all the same. About half a dozen of my friends were supposed to be going, but one by one they’ve all decided to stay home. I know a few other folks who’ll be down here, but have no way of getting in touch with them now that they aren’t in Brooklyn. Feh.
So I’m on my own … with millions of people. A person who hates crowds crammed into what will surely be the biggest crowd I’ll ever be in. Six thousand to a porta-john. Oh, this should be interesting.
But really, how could I not come? I’d talked myself out of it, told myself it wasn’t necessary for me to actually be in the same place as The Man on The Day. But the closer Tuesday got …
I will not be ‘liveblogging’ this event. I will be too busy laughing, crying, taking pictures and keeping warm. I’m back in Brooklyn Wednesday morning at 3am, and I’m sure I’ll have something to say then. Happy inauguration, everybody!