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Two people, one life, and a lot of beer. Together in Boston.
We came out on the Mall near the WWII Memorial and my thoughts turned to my dad, who isn't here to see this amazing, historic day, but would have been so proud of our country.
We tried to get closer to the Washington Monument to meet up with friends, but realized it was a fool's errand and that we were all together in spirit anyway (along with two million others), so we stayed right in front of the WWII Memorial.
Looking backwards, towards the Lincoln Memorial, all we could see was more people, the most I've ever seen in one place. All joined together for a few moments' time to witness history and wish the best of luck to our new President.
Afterwards, on our way back up 18th Street, the throng was just as overwhelming. I couldn't resist taking a picture of the Democrat donkey, on his way back to wherever he came from.
Then after warming up at Solly's, we went to Duffy's for dinner, where I befriended some nice police officers who were on duty for 24 hours straight to protect all of us from harm.
This is most important event in our nation's history that I have witnessed first-hand, albeit from over a mile away and on a jumbotron. Nevertheless, I will cherish for the rest of my life the pride, joy and overwhelming sense of hope I experienced during the inauguration of Barack Obama.
(Siobhan's note): If you look closely at the group to the right of bankruptcy, you'll make out the edges of the Living Will, Prenuptial Agreement and Divorce kits. Way to go on making the most of human misery.
My office's holiday party was last night -- rescheduled because of the snow storm we endured on the original date.