I’ll be in Washington, D.C., two weeks from this very moment. It’s kind of ridiculous how it has crept up on me, and how unprepared I feel. Actually, that part’s not ridiculous at all; I routinely fly places while being fully unprepared. I don’t ever get fully prepared for anything, really.
One thing I need to do is procure a proper winter coat. When I visited Chicago in mid-December of 2007, I very nearly froze to death after being outside for three minutes because my wussy little trenchcoat did little more than shield me from the most timid of breezes. I’m told D.C. can be brutally cold in January and I’d hate to get there and then be unable to move because of my own inability to dress myself appropriately.
(Of course, if I go and buy an $80 coat — how much do coats these days cost, anyway? — it’s pretty much guaranteed to be 60 degrees in D.C. when I’m there. Which is also fine. In fact, that would be effing awesome, right?)
I’ve been officially turned down for inauguration tickets (thanks for nothing, Steve Cohen!!!) so I don’t exactly know what I will or won’t be able to see and do. I figure I’ll do a lot of wandering around, pushing through crowds, trying to find the top of my gracious pal David’s head, and standing on tip-toes. Lots of squinting. Which is fine. Just being there will be an amazing experience in and of itself. But it sure would be nice to feel like I had some chance of actually participating in more than the sheer spectacle of four million crazies descending upon the Capitol. I am one of those crazies, so I can hardly complain. I realize that people watching their televisions from home might get a better view than I will get, actually being there, but I am still so excited to get the chance to tap in to the electricity that I hope will be buzzing through the city that day. And then coast on that high through the rest of the week while I tour museums and see what the local watering holes are like.
My dad is super worried and convinced that a complete meltdown of human order is going to happen. He’s not keen on the idea of his little girl being in the thick of such a major news event, but I think that once it’s over and everything has more or less gone smoothly, he’ll be the first to brag to his work friends that I was there, witnessing it all. At least I hope he’ll brag. I want him to understand how important this is to me, to our country, to civilization in general. I want him to feel some semblance of pride. Not fear. This needs to be a good moment for him and people like him. I’ve got all my digits crossed in the hopes that everything goes smoothly and that people can come together to celebrate this amazing victory without conflict.
But, well, we’ll see.