My invitation—my engraved invitation—to the inauguration arrived at the house this weekend. I was excited and honored and thrilled.... until I read the fine print: my invite only gets me in to public events in D.C. tomorrow, and not, you know, to the inauguration itself or any of the parties or balls or receptions. So basically I got an engraved invitation to come to D.C. and stand on a street corner somewhere and freeze my ass off. One really wonders what Miss Manners would say about an invitation of this sort.
Don't get me wrong: I am excited about tomorrow. I am going to get my ass up at 6 AM and get down to the Stranger's sold out party at the Triple Door, where I plan on sticking my fingers in my ears and going "la la la la" while that dumb fat fuck gives the invocation. Then I'm going to pull my fingers out and listen to Barack Obama gives his inaugural address and allow myself feel all hopey again.