Here’s Drew’s Inauguration Day story:
Where was I, three years ago?
I had been in London for two weeks on Inauguration Day. Most of my friends had gone down to DC for the event and I was crushed that I couldn’t be there, especially having worked for the campaign and thrown a raucous party on Election night. The inauguration should’ve been part three—capping it all off.
Instead, I was sitting on a not-very-comfy bed 3000+ miles away, feeling pretty homesick and getting incredibly expensive texts from friends who were lined up on the Mall. I watched the whole thing on my computer, wearing my Obama t-shirt over my sweater.
I was feeling pretty blue about the whole thing—but when I went down the pub that night, the entire bar stopped and applauded when they saw my t-shirt. I’ve never been prouder to’ve been a part of something.
