Monday, January 19th

I intended Monday, the day before inauguration, to be a day of rest. While Obama declared it a day of service, I decided to take it as a day off from service. I had both Monday and Tuesday off from work. And it only occurs to me now as I write this, that in the rest of the United States real life did not shut down for four days. Only for the couple of million people in Washington for this event did we enter this weird limbo that only inauguration mattered. Although, I was surprised by the number of DC residents not taking part in inauguration festivities. However, it was bitterly cold and crowed all weekend, and I do understand that is not everyone's idea of a fun time.

While I did not volunteer in any way shape or from, my day was still not a day of rest. I got to sleep in to a pretty good hour (which I'm not going to admit to) and then Deanna and I went and did the speediest of all grocery shopping trips. Shopping for 5 adults is never exactly quick and easy, but we got it done.

Then I went down to my congresswoman's office to pick up my tickets! Somehow, I hadn't really thought this through, and didn't realize it would be an adventure. Simply getting down there is a feat from Maryland. And since there was an 8 hour window to pick up the tickets, I hadn't even considered how many other people would be doing the same.

I took the metro to Capital South, and when I got there, there were huge lines in front of every house office building. I had to stand outside for an hour, which was not terrible. But I had not dressed to be outside for long periods of time, and this was the coldest I felt all weekend, even though it was the shortest time outside.

I only realized that I was having an adventure came when a man came out of the building and asked who in line was from Washington State. When I identified myself (yeah Walla Walla!) he then asked me if I wanted him to have my tickets sent out of if I wanted to wait to get inside and get to meet the Congresswoman, Cathy McMorris Rogers. I decided that getting to go inside was pretty exciting, so I waited.

And it was neat to get to go inside the building and meet my congresswoman. I even got to talk to her briefly and she was quite nice. The man I'd met outside took a picture of me with her with their camera. It only occurred to me on the way home that I should have asked for one with my own camera! Sorry dAd.

I went home and made dinner with my housemate Jen. It was nice to get to relax a little in our house. Then we went back to Capital South to meet Deanna and her boyfriend Joe. We had made arrangements to stay the night with a friend of Joe's who lived literally 3 blocks from where we needed to go in the morning.

So we went out for drinks at the Capital Lounge, which was not quiet by any means, but not nearly as crowded as it might have been. I think that people got scared away by some of the press about how crazy the weekend would be. The best part of this was that Jen and I had accidentally on purpose had worn matching Obama shirts. And to make it even better the shirts are grey, blue and red and I wore a blue cardigan and she wore a red one. So as we were leaving these very intoxicated women came up to me and asked were the shirts were from. They were convinced that Sheryl Crow had been wearing the same shirt at the concert on Sunday. While I had noticed she was wearing an Obama shirt, I'm not entirely convinced it was this MoveOn.Org shirt she was wearing. But I got a kick out of these drunken ladies.

After this excitement, we went back to the friends apartment to go to sleep. At this point I was mostly exhausted and ready to rest up for the big event.

From Lincoln to Obama

Yesterday my inauguration weekend got off to an official start with the kick off concert on the mall. The concert started at 2:30. We were told that the gates would open at 8 am, and that we were expecting a million people. We decided that we should leave the house at 7 am and camp out all day. However, 6 am comes a little early when you are at a party at another volunteer corps house until 1:30. So we woke up at 8, had a big breakfast and packed lunches, peanut butter sandwiches, apples and granola bars. We took the metro to Farragut and walked. I thought getting there might be awful. But the metro was not very busy and the walk was not either. We got there a little after 10, I think. We decided to go ahead and sit down the closest we could get and wait for the concert to start. We brought books and newspapers. Then we made friends with the people on blankets around us and they played word games with us. We also protected our little patch of ground from people trying to sneak in.

The wait was a little long and a little cold but not bad. I found myself wishing I were wearing maybel one more layer. The only bad part of the experience was when the first speaker appeared on stage and the crowds behind us rushed forward. We were sitting and had to jump and run to not get trampled. But we got up and managed to all stay together.

The concert was great. It was structured so that a famous person would do a reading, and then someone would sing. The readings of speeches were mostly reflections on historical events, and presidents. I liked this. It seemed like a good way to keep the past in mind as we move into the future.

The variety of performers and presenters was amazing. I got to see people I never thought I would see live, like Usher and Shakira. Singing together. This is really funny, but as a kid I loved Garth Brooks, (and still do) so getting to see him sing "Miss American Pie" and "We Shall be Free" was great. Other highlights I also loved getting to see Tom Hanks do a dramatic reading. And of course, the grand finale, Beyonce, was great.

I just asked my housemate Jen what her favorite part of the concert was and she said it was watching the crowd go wild for Obama. There were huge celebrities there and they would get some applause Tom Hanks got some cheers, so did Jack Black and Samuel L Jackson. But they showed Obama's face on the jumbotron for just seconds and he got monstrous applause every time. And that was really cool to experience. And I agree with Jen, seeing that our president creates this response is in fact spectacular.

After the concert there were huge numbers of people spilling onto the streets. I hadn't actually realized how far forward we where until we started to leave and saw thousands and thousands of people behind us. We walked to Dupont and after searching and searching for a restaurant, we ended up having Chipotle. Deanna and I went home and the others stayed out for a beer. I then went to bed and slept for 12 hours, which was wonderful.

And here we go!

I'm back in DC after a busy few weeks. I spent two of them at home in Walla Walla with the family for Christmas. It was incredibly snowy. I got to drive the (my) little white tempo for a total of 3 days of my 14 day visit. Highlights of this visit include relatives braving the snow to come to us on Christmas Eve, making a ton of jewelry with the dAd, and seeing my little cousins.

It seems that over the last few years my big sis Carolyn has taken a liking to waking me on Christmas morning by climbing into bed with me and bouncing. So imagine my happy surprise when I was woken by the MoM with a cup of coffee and Carolyn on the phone from Vienna! I got to see some wonderful Walla Walla friends (Kate!) and unfortunately missed connections with others. I even had wonderful Thai food with the surrogate grandparents.

I came back to DC and went back to work for two days. Then got all four of my wisdom teeth yanked out of my head. This is an ordeal that I may have been a little bit of a baby about, and am still recovering from.

And all of this leads up to INAUGURATION! DC is going crazy. The housemates and I are working out our plans for the most packed four day weekend ever. Currently I think we are going to a party on Saturday, the kick off concert on Sunday ( Bruce Springstein! Beyonce!) the crazyness that will be Tuesday and an inaugural ball at Westmoreland Tuesday night. I was somehow lucky enough to get tickets to the inauguration from my representative (thank you Eastern Washington). I'm taking Deanna and she is excited enough about the inauguration for a whole city block. We can hardly contain our excitement.

I'm back at work this week. And other than a sense of excitement, the city seems to be functioning normally. It seems that the influx of people will begin in earnest tomorrow. I'm expecting to spend most of my weekend on public transportation. I hope that several more posts about inauguration will be welcome, because I'm just getting started!

Hitting Parties 4, 5, and 6 out of the Park

So I'm at home in Walla Walla. And I thought I'd put the blog to rest, as I assume a large percentage of my audience is now in a stone's throw distance from me. But the MoM and the dAd have both been asking for write up the rest of my holiday parties. I think I'm about ready to be done writing about parties (and you might be done reading about them) so here it goes.

Party number 4 was a Christmas tree decorating party at the volunteer house sponsored by the volunteer corps board. Which in theory is perfect. A member of the board took Deanna and me to pick out a tree on Saturday morning. Deanna has never done this before, so we were both excited. We picked out a lovely tree and on Sunday the board came over to help us decorate it. and they brought us food, drinks, and even presents!

And this would have been perfect had I not woken up on Sunday morning with a terrible cold. So I drugged myself with cold meds, and propped myself up on the couch and let people come to visit me and my pile of Kleenex or leave me be for fear of germs. All in all a lovely party, but I would have enjoyed it much more if I had not felt miserable.

Party number five was the Samaritan Ministry staff party. There was a lot of great food, some of my favorite people, and the big event: a white elephant gift exchange. It was one of those things where everyone brings wrapped gifts and you are allowed to unwrap a gift, or steal an already open one. Gifts could only be stolen three times before they are retired. Well you know that its going to be a good name when "you are in fact allowed to steal from a nun" is a rule that actually have to be articulated!

My supervisor had given me and the other interns a gifts of a bottle of wine each. And it occurred to me part way through the gift exchange that I should try to see how many bottles of wine I could go home from work with, but this strategy failed. However, I was very successful in my thefts in the search for the perfect gift. I ended up with a "tranquility fountain" foe my desk and I was very satisfied. However, I did have to take the bus home from DuPont circle with a bottle of wine, a tranquility fountain and a large tray of vegetables. That was an interesting bus ride.

The final Christmas season party I will write about was at the home of a couple on the volunteer corps board. It was a wonderful party. They even loaned us their own car so we could drive ourselves there! When we arrived at the party, the house was full of people we had never met, and we were easily the youngest people present. But very quickly the other young adults present (they work with the hostess) found us and we held court on the porch, letting people come to us. This ended up being a very successful party strategy, and we even met a few members of Westmoreland church we'd never encountered before, by sitting still and letting them come to us.

And this wraps up my party write ups. If I went to any other parties, I'm not telling!!!

Whatever you do, don't say Christmas

Party number three was "organized" by me. I put it that way, because there really wasn't a ton for me to organize. It was the Christmas party for our single participants, or more its the opposite of the family party. Its for participants who don't have small children.
My task was creating fliers, signing up participants, decorating the office and organizing how the party would actually flow.

I set up a fake Christmas tree. My supervisor picked up food from Boston Market. We had presents and gift cards and Christmas Music. I had the participants play a game. When they arrived they got a ribbon to pin to their shirt and a number for the gift give away.

The pins were for a game we played. The game was that I set a secret word: "Christmas." If you catch someone saying Christmas you get to take their pin. If you said Christmas you lost your pin. The person with the most pins at the end got an extra gift card. And luckily for me, they really got into the game. They spent the party tricking each other into saying it.

The participants wanted me to be able to play, so they decided I could say the word once, every time I had to explain it to latecomers. One man even tried to trick me into saying it as I right after I finished explaining the rules of the game.

The gift giving part of the party went pretty smoothly. We had some nice things to give out, and I think people were happy. The food was good, and there was a good amount of it. One of the associate caseworkers even brought his guitar in and sang Christmas carols. This created the funniest part of the party. Imagine singing the "Twelve Days of Christmas" with a room full of people refusing to say the word Christmas! It was great. The winner had about 12 pins displayed proudly in a column on his jacket by the end of the party.

But the best and most unexpected part for me, was that a couple of participants asked to say a few words. And they made us all cry, telling us how much Samaritan Ministry means to them and how thankful they are. It was a very sweet ending to a funny party.

Stalking the Beastie Boys

As it turns out, party number two was a completely different scene. Bread for the City, Deanna's employer, got invited as a guest organization to a record company's swanky Christmas party. And the employee's who are part of volunteer corps got to invite their entire houses. Which meant that not only did Deanna get to invite us, but all of our favorite volunteer corps friends were there also. We've been hanging out with other volunteer corps a lot. They are awesome people and none of us have any money, so having them all at this (free) party was great.

I had already made plans with my sisters friend Maryam to got to coffee before the party. We ended up having pizza at this great place in Dupont. It has huge slices of pizza and no chairs, only counters to stand at. As it was raining outside, we stood. I had a great time with Maryam and then I was off to meet my housemates at the recording studio.

It was great, I had my name on a list and everything. That may be a first in my life! My housemates were there when I arrived, so Jen met me at the elevator, which was useful, as I would have never found them otherwise. Jen took me on a little tour, which basically consisted of wondering around their office, looking at platinum records they had produced that were hanging on the wall.

So we joined my housemates. And Deanna’s boyfriend, Joe, told me (as a form of greeting) that he thought the two men over by the coat check, were in fact the Beastie Boys. Which was very logical, as one of them was the DJ for the second stage of the party over at the 930 Club in U Street.

So I accompanied Rachel on a reconnaissance mission, AKA we stalked the Beastie Boys. We approached the target and saw the two suspects. At this point I realized that I am the worst spy ever. I have essentially no idea what the Beastie Boys look like. I know their music a little bit, and I’m aware of who they are, but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen them in any from of visual media. Definitely not at any other coat checks. So the result of the mission: well, no idea. I think so. Rachel and Joe think yes. Maybe not my finest celebrity stalking moment.

Shortly after this they started flashing the lights at us, prompting us the make the mass voyage over to the 930 Club. On the way we wondered through an adorable little Christmas Street Fair set up near Metro Center. I felt like I’d accidentally wandered into Santa's Village.

So at the 930 Club we had to stand in line, have our names on yet another list and show our ID about 7 times. But we got in and were able to dump our coats, which was great, as they really would have interfered with the crazy person dancing we then initiated. This was the best part of the night. All out vol corps friends were there, and we hung out and danced, and were ridiculous and silly.

At 10 (woah party animals) the free portion of the night was done, and so were we. We traveled back to there metro, where we almost lost Noah to the allure of a carry out place boasting all kinds of ethnic foods, which frankly scared me.

Then we went home (after taking a little nap on the metro), and tried unsuccessfully to order pizza. Finally we put a frozen pizza in the oven and went to bed. This last portion of the evening took place in reality with a lot more boisterous voices and a lot of (playful) yelling at each other, but all that will benefit from not being overly documented. Or to the contrary, sometimes I think we would be a captivating reality show.

My Friend, Santa Claus

So this has been a crazy week for me. I have attended (or thrown) but also a total of five (5!) Christmas Parties and counting.

I'm going to go back to a week and a half ago, Sunday the 7th and start with party number one.
Party number one was the family Christmas part for our program participants and their children. This was really neat. We joined up with one of our Partner Parishes and another organization to throw a party with lots of food, crafts, and a room downstairs where the parents could pick out presents for their children. The really cool thing about the way this was organized was that there were many volunteers at the craft tables making really neat things with the kids. What this meant was that the parents could leave their children doing a craft and go pick out a gift for them, so it would be a surprise!

My supervisor had been planning this party for months and I think it went really well. 40 families came, which apparently is fewer than usual, but not unsuccessful by any means.
I spent the first hour of the party writing peoples names on bags that they could put their coats in. Not the most satisfying of activities.

But I spent the second hour of the party hanging out with the guy playing Santa Claus. Apparently this man is a district attorney who has been coming to the party for years playing Santa Claus. I got to be the photographer. Which meant I got to chat with him until a child came up to have their picture taken. This happened in a lot of different ways. Some kids had to be dragged up. Some ran up on their own. One very cute little girl came up to show Santa the craft as she was leaving. She said, "I love you Santa." Which was completely adorable. A couple of times I had to take the picture before the kid started screaming. One mother even handed me her tiny 4 month old baby to give to Santa Clause! Talk about trusting. And adorable.

The only negative part of this is it took me a grand total of 4 hours to get to the party and back. Which effectively meant it took up my entire Sunday. But it was a good time, and I'm happy to have been a part of it.