From Leslie Jones. She writes about urban motherhood every two weeks in her column TWBP (There Will Be Poo). You can email her at leslie[AT]borderstan.com and follow her on Twitter @ThereWillBePoo.
On election night 2008, I danced in the streets with my husband and our friends. Some party pooper yelled out her window that her baby was sleeping and could we take it elsewhere. Didn’t she know what an historic day it was? The baby could sleep tomorrow! We obliged, and the scene on the corner of 13th and U was something I will never forget. I truly felt like I was part of history.
Inauguration weekend 2009 was a blast. We had a fancy dinner out with friends and attended one of the Inaugural Balls, where we heard Bill Clinton give a speech. Inauguration day we watched the parade from the roof of my husband’s office building, and partied with our friends well into the night.
Sunday I was at the grocery store and a clerk I am friendly with asked how I would be celebrating the Inauguration this year. I had to admit that we had no plans and didn’t think we’d be venturing anywhere near downtown, not with a 16-month-old in tow.
Ah, how things have changed! Nothing makes that more clear than comparing moments like Inauguration 2009 with their present day counterparts. I think I was in bed around 9:30pm this New Year’s Eve. Don’t be jealous.
This year I’ll be dining on leftover lasagna and watching the parade from my couch. Maybe things will get crazy and I’ll have a white wine spritzer. And if you are screaming in the street outside my window after Baby’s bedtime, I won’t yell at you to be quiet. I’ll just call the cops.
Happy Inauguration 2013!