Everyone that I knew was excited that this momentous occasion was happening right here in our own backyard. It was one of the topics of discussion in my political science class.The President of the United States, Barack Obama, and the most amazing First Lady of the United States in my lifetime, Michelle Obama, who is the epitome of #GOALS, were in the area and all I had to do was simply stand in line for a ticket to see them in the flesh.
Of course, I was excited about seeing VP Joe Biden and his wife as well. I was #FiredUp and #ReadyToGo that day in 2012.
I ended up being one of the thousands of volunteering for two days. On my last day there I was told tickets were available for us to attend the convention. When this announcement was made, I quickly finished up my workload and went to the location. When I arrived I saw that the line was long AF, but that didn't stop me. I was finished with classes for the day and didn't have anything but time.
Aside from seeing the Obamas and the Bidens, I was excited about who was performing. If my memory is correct, Earth Wind and Fire, Mary J. Blige and a bunch of other people were going to be ripping the Bank of America Stadium to shreds. I was also able to snag a ticket for my friend. We were going to be in there like...
Sadly, mother nature had a change of plans. The weather man said it was going to be a thunderstorm on the day all of this magic. I was still hoping that things wouldn't change. If anything, I'm natural. I can stand a little rain.
Later, officials decided to move it to an indoor location. I still had hope that I was going, however, I couldn't think of a building that large that would allow for the same amount of people to be in an area. Then, they sprinkled on the bad news like...
I was extremely salty when the announcement came that the general public would not be able to attend since the event was moving to a smaller venue. It was pure disappointment. And here is the when it hurt the most. If my memory serves me correctly, it wasn't a SEVERE storm that day. *sigh*
I'm not sure if I'll have the opportunity to see Barack Obama or Michelle Obama again, but at least I'll have the memory of ALMOST being right there with them. It was a great experience being a part of history on a very small level as I helped stuff those credentialed guests' bags.
Looking back, I am grateful to to have witnessed this presidency and to see first-hand this blatant black love over the last eight years.
So for now, on the Inauguration Day Eve, join me in singing along to this beloved spiritual.
Tab is my nickname. The phrase "the gift of gab" somewhat describes me. The Gift of Tab Blog is a web log about miscellaneous personal topics such as life post graduation, my time during my internship in NYC, and video blogs from when I studied abroad in Costa Rica. I also post inspiring quotes that I come across. Enjoy!