Goodbye W., Part III: I’m off to Inauguration
I requested off from work on January 20, 2009 the evening of November 4, 2008. Somewhere between then and a few hours ago I was resolved to celebrate inauguration activities here in New York City. I would wake up early to nab a seat for the screening at the Langston Hughes Auditorium at the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture in Harlem after attending Galapagos’s Bon Voyage Bush cruise-themed party in DUMBO the evening before. But, I changed my mind. I can’t be this close to DC and not be a part of the real deal.
I pulled together a realistic plan that’ll deliver me to the National Mall tomorrow morning in time for the big O to take office. Events planning being my forte, I feel confident each T is crossed. The only thing I couldn’t account for is sleep. Who needs it?
As I embark upon this historical journey along with millions of others, I repeat “be patient”. This won’t be a line for the women’s room at a bar. These will be lines of cars, lines of buses, lines of people who share a fervent enthusiasm: for hope, love and change. Each of them. I’ll be happy they’re there. Because that’s why he’s there.
