- Predicted high temperature: 35 degrees F.
- Actual high temperature: 27 degrees F.
- Clothing summary: Boots, hiking (1 pair). Socks, thermal (1 pair). Heaters, chemical, for the feetie regions (1 pair). Heaters, chemical, for the chilly paws (1 pair). Long johns (2 pair). Jeans (1 pair). Cashmere sweaters (3). Fleece pullovers (1). Wool camping shirts, likely bulletproof (1). Down vest (1). Windbreaker (1). Fingerless glubs (1 pair). Fingeréd gloves (1 pair). Knit hat (1). Enormous long wool scarf (1).
- Time spent waiting for bus: 4 minutes.
- Approximate period from disembarkation to severe shivering: 3 hours.
- Time from departure of Mall to arrival at local pub for restorative protein and pints: 2.5 hours.
- Regrets: 0.*
*Well, okay, one regret: I chatted up an adorable Torontan on the bus into town and yet failed to get his digits. "Next time we make history, let's do it someplace warm, like Miami, okay?" quoth the feller. D'accord, mon ami; I'll be the one who looks 30 pounds of puffy clothing lighter.
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Yeah, she's somewhere under her own pile of layers in that pic.
That shindig was AWESOME. We were especially blessed, but no small part of me wished that I could be out on the mall just to feel the energy of so many people.
We sat on the plane with a nice lady from Greensboro. She had a Silver ticket to the Inauguration, but was one of many who did not get in to see it. She was pretty calm about it. "It was still a beautiful moment." Her one irritation was with a taxi driver who said, "This is a great day for black people." She replied, "Black people?! This is a great day for EVERYONE." Amen to that.
The idea of a warm building did become tempting, but I'm pleased I went despite the cold. I've heard a lot about the Silver ticket farrago and the issues with the Purple tunnel, and we got caught in a slightly scary squish as we left (turns out that one of the entry paths was not open for departing throngs), but people were incredibly gentle with one another; statistically speaking, it was a perfect storm of politesse.
I'm still jealous you guys got to see Mr. and Mrs. P and VP! What a great start to the next four years.
You own THREE cashmere sweaters??!!
Class war, commence.
Pah, sweaters (and one of mine has been well nibbled by the moths in its 20 years) were as nothing to the full-length furs worn by some attendees. I'm not usually a fur person, but they did look like a wise option.
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