Is it just me or does everyone want to have sex with Barack Obama right now?
I headed into Marin early and watched the inauguation with a bunch of rich yuppies who went balistic every time our President talked about poor people. I wasn't expecting the pakced house at the gratris CSPAN viewing at the 142 Throckmorton Theatre, run by the super cool Lucy Mercer. Her gorgeous theater will filled with those who feel the need to sport athletic performance apparel to drink a latte and nod "Hmmmmm" each time the man made a point. I stood crowded in the back with a gentleman I know from a childhood attending the local church and kept getting bumped by some short chick.
A now, a word to short Americans. It sucks being a tall person, much less 5'10" when you're in sixth grade. You people verbally complain when my 6'5" brother sits in front of you in movie theaters and have some how arranged the 'regular' length demin at the Gap too short for me. We talls always get shoved to the back in group photos and it's apparently our job to help you freaks get your baggage from the overhead bins. One of the few perks of our height in getting to see shit over your little, tiny heads so don't go bumping me like the wall on my other side will somehow give way allowing both of us some kind of comfort in standing in this sardine can. I got here first, short stack. Back off.
Okay, I've spoken my peace. I only wish I could've done it in Aretha's hat, which incidentally, sent that theater of pure bred dog owners into one of those "Oh, those black ladies and their hats" applause...