Jealousy

Right now, my brother is in Washington D.C.

Well, literally speaking he's in Maryland. But that's not really the point.

He traveled across the country to accompany my cousin for the big day tomorrow. If you don't know what's happening tomorrow, you've probably been living under a rock.

I have to say that I'm a little jealous of my brother.

What an exciting place and time!

It's a madhouse there, not surprisingly. The wait for a taxi from the airport on Saturday night was ridiculous and he said the city was crowded on Sunday with only about 500,000 people milling around.

I can't imagine what will happen tomorrow when all of the expected 4 million people arrive.

My brother is expecting it to be so crazy that he and my cousin are catching a shuttle at 6 a.m. to make their way into the city.

That's six hours before the ceremony is supposed to take place.

They don't actually have tickets to the inauguration. Apparently tickets were hard to get a hold of. Weird.

But the two of them will get to experience it all. The craziness, the people, the energy. All of it.

And I'm jealous. But do you blame me? I sure don't. It isn't every day we break through barriers as a country.

I guess I'll just have to celebrate from home, from the couch, in my sweats.

My life is rough, I know.