My uncle said it was cool with him, and since it’s his place I’ll be invading, that was crucial. That out of the way, I went on the internet and managed to find tickets for the Bolt Bus to and from Washington, DC. And then I told my boss that I would be out of the office for one very long weekend in January. I’m headed down to our nation’s capital on January 16 and coming back on the 21st. Which means (for those of you living under a rock who haven’t guessed where this is going) that I will be in town for Barack Obama’s Inauguration. I don’t have tickets, so I will have to get up at the crack of dawn on Tuesday to take the train in and hang out on a street corner with the other nobodies in the hopes of catching a glimpse of him on the parade route, but what the hell. Hope got me Barack Obama as my next President, surely it will give me a chance to take a photo or two of him, right?

Oh yeah, I did something else, too. I went from this:

To this:

The Oldest says I look kind of like Emma Thompson. I will take that as a compliment. I love Emma Thompson, and the Oldest knows that.

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