So my experience with the inauguration started on Sunday night. I was in NYC for a friend’s wedding (I will not go into details – and that’s not just because the details are a little fuzzy) and had to make my way back to DC on Sunday night.
I got on a 9 PM train that got into Union Station at 12:40-ish. Okay, so the metro was closed – even though I thought the metro was supposed to be kept open later to accommodate the crowds, but whatever. So I just headed out to the cab stand. To be honest, I prefer taking a cab late at night because the metro runs so slowly at night. Not a huge deal.
The main room of Union Station was closed. There was a ball going on. This can’t be good, but fine. At least there are signs indicating that they moved the cab stand. I head outside.
GREAT! Secret service guy. This really can’t be good. Then I realize that it’s just JLo in front of me, so maybe crisis averted. Oh, no. I’m not that lucky these days.
There’s no cab stand. I realize this 1) because there are no cabs any where and 2) because there are people who look like me (travelers with bags) and ball-goers alike who are walking up Mass Ave. This can’t be a good sign.
I kept the dream of a cab alive for a little bit. But by 7th Street, I knew I was in for the long haul. 45 minutes after arriving at Union Station I walked into my apartment – cold, hungry, tired but not sleepy, and will blisters on my feet.
Note to readers – I love my converse sneakers. Like a lot. Chuck Taylor low-tops, to be precise. But one thing I can tell you about converse sneakers is that they are not meant for long walks. They don’t provide the support you need so your feet slide. So on long walks (you know, like the 45-minute-plus kinds of walks), blisters are a real danger. This ain’t my first time at the rodeo, as they say. I knew I was in for some trouble. But there was nothing that could be done.
I should have known then that it was going to be a long couple of days.