Bring us your tired feet, your poor chilled hands, your huddled masses on the mall yearning to see Barack Obama take the oath of office, and whine about them right here.
Antiwhine: I just got home from a ball, which was truly enormous fun.
Whine: The Governer did NOT show, in fact MS was one of two of the highest elected officials there.
Antiwhine: We met the second man to set foot on the moon, and we met several really nice local people with whom we hope to keep in touch.
Whine: My feet hurt.
Antiwhine: The LargeMuseumAtTheAirport was GORGEOUS with mood lighting. Space craft should always be shown that way.
Tomorrow, I plan to watch the Inauguration with the Young Democrats at a local restaurant.
What are your plans? Your whines? Come, tell us all!
ETA: Me dressed for the Ball last Friday. Unfortunately, you can't see the hair, which was done like a bouquet of brown curls. And I'm holding myself really stiffly, I don't know why.