Witnessing history is a misnomer in my opinion, it transpires everyday. Witnessing the promise of change and greatness is something far rarer. Doing so with your brother and your closest friends on a frigid morning at dawn on the National Mall is a once-in-a-lifetime treasure.
I'll never forget sleeping only a few hours and waking up to trek to the National Mall with Chris, Erin and Liz to share a tiny piece of grass with over a million people. Obama's speech and the tangible excitement of the crowd eclipsed the cold and brought me out of what had been a difficult year. If I've ever been more inspired by spoken word, I can't remember it.
Beyond that, it was a full four days of fun including a beautiful inauguration party with all of my friends
at my uncle's house and tickets from Mary to the
Rihanna inauguration after-party.
What a chance. Only in DC.