The day begins
I hit the snooze button three times. Based on my experience at the last inauguration in 2009, heading out to the National Mall at 5am would land me at the 7th jumbotron from the Capitol. I was determined for this time to be different. I’m not holding a grudge at my congressperson for not picking me in the ticket lottery. Well, sort of.
Decked in all the Obama gear I had from the past two elections, I was bundled up and ready to brave the 30 degree weather, planning for the arctic winds the news kept forecasting. Knowing the crowds were supposed to be significantly less than in 2009, I figured I had a chance at a better view of the ceremony. The Metro was nearly empty and as we neared the Capitol, the train filled with individuals and friends and families sporting Obama hats and scarves and shirts. After a short walk, I had arrived.
By 5am, I was camped out under a tree, with a perfect view of the first jumbotron–the closest a non-ticket holder could get.