Blawgletter sits nine blocks from the White House at this moment. We thought we'd share some reportage from our first-ever inauguration observation:
- Day 1, 12:48 p.m.: Corporate jets sprawl across the tarmac at Dulles. Big ones. Where did they come from? Which malefactors of great wealth own them? Why don't we have one?
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Day 1, 3:17 p.m.: Very cold, very cold on the National Mall. Icicles form on our ears. Why won't Obama respond to our text messages?
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Day 1, 5:48 p.m.: Huge crowd at Trader Joe's. HUGE! The checkout line looks longer than the National Mall. We retreat to the convenience store across the street. We buy cheese, Wheat Thins, and beer. Still no word from Barack.
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Day 1, 9:59 p.m.: We conclude that the ads for Beverly Hills Chihuahua looked a lot funnier than the movie itself. We start to wonder if Hollywood deserves its reputation for uniformly high-quality cinema.
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Day 2, 6:14 a.m.: The sun rises. Or so the newspaper says; we didn't actually see it.
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Day 2, 10:02 a.m.: We begin reading the newspaper that had the information about the sunrise. Coffee tastes good.
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Day 2, 11:08 a.m.: Taxi ride to the Convention Center! We stand in the line for inaugural ball tickets. We get them and then buy inauguration lapel pins and an inauguration train engine. Fuddruckers burgers give us our first taste of fine cuisine. Why hasn't Obama texted us back?
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Day 2, 1:15 p.m.: Our walk takes us again to the National Mall. Gobs of people accompany us towards the Lincoln Memorial. We don't know why. They do seem friendly.
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Day 2, 2:01 p.m.: Oh. We forgot about the free concert.
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Day 2, 3:22 p.m.: Beyonce! The Boss! Jamie Foxx! Tiger Woods! James Taylor! On CNN!
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Day 2, 7:00-9:24 p.m.: Dinner in honor of Houston Mayor Bill White's plunge into candidacy for U.S. Senate. We see old friends. None can explain Obama's texting reticence.
