A day to remember

Yesterday was a day I'll never forget. I could have stayed home, gone to the movies, cleaned house, hung out at Paneras. Instead, I visited my parents, then picked up my friend Kit and headed out to DC. It's about 15 miles from her house. I was the driver, she was the navigator. We were able to use her parking garage, which is in the Penn Quarter area of DC. We started walking. There were vendors on every corner hawking Obama souvenirs. Flags festooned the avenues. Bleachers in place. Catering trucks backing into buildings hosting inaugural events. Everywhere there were people. And latrines! I think I read that there are 17,000 in place! Everywhere you looked were people with smiles on their faces. We knew history was being made. Young and old, black and white and everything in-between. We were one. We sang together, clapped together, were in awe together. It was utterly exciting. Obama-mania.

I had no clue how many celebrities would be speaking and performing at the concert. No idea Obama would attend and give such an inspiring speech.

I stayed warm. I wore: silk long underwear, a fleece lined athletic top, a fleece sweatshirt, fleece pants, two pairs of socks, winter boots, scarf, fleece earmuffs, and a long, heavy full-length coat. I had hand warmers in my heavy gloves. I had a slim hipster purse over my shoulder under my coat, so I was hands-free. I impressed myself with my foresight!

Random shots of the day











I look a little stuffed with all my layers



Last but not least, The Tomato