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holliOh, man, guys. The inauguration yesterday was a madhouse. A MADHOUSE. But such an awesome one.
I was on the first train out of College Park, at 3:45 in the morning, and my group of volunteers was stationed near the Washington Monument, greeting people as the came onto the Mall. By fairly early in he morning, the Mall east of 14th Street filled up and was closed off, and it didn't take long after that for the space around the Monument to fill up. I ended up standing in the middle of a human river on Independance Avenue, telling people that "The Mall is full from the Monument to the Capitol! Please keep going down Independance! There is room behind the Washington Monument!" about eight hundred times. People kept trying to squeeze in the tiny entrance to the Mall at 14th Street, and causing huge traffic jams as a result. There were just *so many damn people*. I ended up cramming myself onto the Mall near the Monument; I heard more than saw the swearing-in, but it was okay. I was there.
Afterwards, I went and hid in the American History Museums until the crowds thinned out, and hopped on the Metro home. I spent the better part of fifteen hours on my feet, all told, and today my legs HURT.
Oh, and also: tiny kitten faces!
I was on the first train out of College Park, at 3:45 in the morning, and my group of volunteers was stationed near the Washington Monument, greeting people as the came onto the Mall. By fairly early in he morning, the Mall east of 14th Street filled up and was closed off, and it didn't take long after that for the space around the Monument to fill up. I ended up standing in the middle of a human river on Independance Avenue, telling people that "The Mall is full from the Monument to the Capitol! Please keep going down Independance! There is room behind the Washington Monument!" about eight hundred times. People kept trying to squeeze in the tiny entrance to the Mall at 14th Street, and causing huge traffic jams as a result. There were just *so many damn people*. I ended up cramming myself onto the Mall near the Monument; I heard more than saw the swearing-in, but it was okay. I was there.
Afterwards, I went and hid in the American History Museums until the crowds thinned out, and hopped on the Metro home. I spent the better part of fifteen hours on my feet, all told, and today my legs HURT.
Oh, and also: tiny kitten faces!
