The President Can Dance. In time to the music. Old school or not.
It’s not that I care so much if the president could do a guest shot on Dancing with the Stars. I just want someone who has enough joy in their soul that they can dance. That they want to dance. That they look comfortable dancing. That “fits” with their spouse and seems to enjoy being close to said spouse. That is young and vigorous enough they want to go to ten different balls, ending the day around 3 a.m. they say, and yet be in the office before 8 a.m.
Sharon invited us over to her house to watch the inauguration and then have lunch. That’s our lovely hostess there, with another friend, Mike.
I didn’t think I’d be able to stay very long because I had a lot of work to do today to prepare for an MHA meeting tonight. But, I was so excited I couldn’t sleep last night so I kept working until about 4:30 this morning and got it done then. I went upstairs but was still awake after 5 a.m. Then I got up about 8 a.m. to start watching the coverage. When Obama and Bush got in the car to leave the White House, we got in the car to go to Sharon’s.
At one point I texted Trish, who was there, and said, “Hey, wave at me, I can’t find you in the crowd.” I thought it was funny. She might have been less amused, having been in the sea of millions since the wee hours of the morning. I haven’t heard back from her yet, which may well mean she didn’t see the humor in it. Or her fingers were too frozen to use the keys on her phone. However, she got to witness history up close and I’m sure that was incredible.
A few people have asked what my favorite part of the day was. It was 12:00:00 when Obama officially became the 44th President of the United States.
Diana and I couldn’t take our eyes off the screen during his speech. Tate was slightly less interested.
This historic day has been filled with a series of memorable moments. I expected to be in tears again, like I was the night of the election, but today I was just happy. Happy, happy, happy to have Obama finally become president.
It was a great day…
Greg had fire….
Jocelyn popped over briefly… also happy…
and even Tate enjoyed himself…
The food was great…
The company was fabulous…
and The Moment was historic.
It truly is a New Day. To quote will.i.am, “I woke up this morning feeling brand new. All the dreams that I been dreaming has finally come true. It’s a New Day.” My guess is I’ll feel that even more intensely tomorrow. But for tonight I’m putting head to pillow feeling proud to have Barack Hussein Obama as my President.
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