I can't let this kid down
So there I sat on election night, eyes all brimming with joy, heart all aflutter with yes-we-can optimism, guts all knotted with regret. I wanted to be in Grant Park in Chicago, crying and cheering at hope's ground zero.
So, now I'm scheming to get to the inauguration. Getting a ticket from a California rep. is out of the question. I went to Jackie Speiers' website and it says she's gotten over 3,000 requests for her 198 tickets. BUT, and here's where my hope lies, my in-laws live in Oklahoma, where they pump up Republicans from the ground with their oil. I figure there can't be more than a few hundred folks from down that way who want to go to freezing DC on January 20 to celebrate with the liberal elite. So, my mother-in-law has put in a request to her rep. It's a long shot, but I've got to at least try to be a part of history.
I can't let this happen.
MAGGIE (twenty years hence): Mom did you get to witness the inauguration of the first black president of the U.S.?
ME (all stressed-out, with a bad dye-job): No dear, I was taking advantage of Old Navy's post-holiday sales.
I think I'll make us go even if we don't have tickets. We can just stand far away, chattering with cold and good old American pride.