A Perfect Day, Before the Inauguration

"No. No, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until 'justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.'" ~ Martin Luther King, Jr., Washington D.C., 1963

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Today the Boy and I went to the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial in Yerba Buena Gardens downtown.

Groups of people were there to read his inspirational quotes. Others were making rubbings of his words, tracing his thoughts onto paper.

It was a glorious day outside. We took the historic F-line street cars up and down Market Street. We love those fabulous old cars.

Char, I took this photo for you. ;-)


It's always fun just riding around and looking out the window. I liked capturing the street's reflections in my sunglasses.


And here's some good advice.

(I know, it's silly but I laughed so maybe you will too.)

We did go to Fisherman's Wharf..

... and splurged a little on some crab cocktails.

I really can't believe the weather here (don't be jealous, just come and visit).

But more than that, I can't believe what's happening tomorrow.

I'm just beyond excited. Beyond.

I'll be going to a simulcast of the inauguration being held outside City Hall. I'm looking forward to being back with a gigantic crowd of excited, happy people, just like on Election Night.

But before that happens, I have one last thing I have to do.

Throw a couple of shoes.

These look preppy enough, don't they?
Isn't this what someone from Kennebunkport might wear?

I know I throw like a girl, but maybe I'll get lucky tonight.

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This is where I'll be in a little while:

Welcome to the first ever Potrero Hill Shoe Throwing Carnival. Come throw your old shoes at an effigy of George W. Bush. Donate to a good cause. Cleanse your soul from 8 years of carnage and stupidity. Put the wimpy Democrats on notice.

Let the shoes fly!

Bring a flash light. Bring shoes to throw. Wear a hood?

All shoes will be donated to an organization that distributes them to the needy in the US and worldwide.

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I'll let you know how it goes. I feel some real catharsis is going to happen tonight.

xoxo

ps.: If you wish you could be with us, throwing a shoe in very good company, I will happily envision you standing beside me, helping to guide my almost new Bass Weejun to the right place/face.

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UPDATE 10:22pm: The shoe throwing was really fun, mostly a neighborhood event. We paraded around the field with our shoes singing "Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye!" Then the large Shrub was festooned with a garland of shoes while another fellow wearing a giant cardboard Bush head read some Bushisms aloud.

And then everyone started throwing shoes (although politely taking turns). I gave one of my loafers to Chipmonkey because she didn't have a shoe to throw. There was also a 21-shoe salute, at which time the Shrub's head started to separate from the body. A few more shoes and all that was left was part of a head. (A local news station was there. If there's any decent footage, I'll let you know.)

And then we went and had a whole mess of pizza. I have to admit it: it felt good to throw my loafer (I hit a knee). I don't know if throwing a shoe will restore our Constitution but knowing that I might never hear the word "nucular" again makes me almost giddy.