It was surreal to go to the Women’s March today after going into work the day before. On Inauguration Day, a lot of the city was dead. I’ve never seen so few people on the Metro at 8am on a weekday. There were certainly pockets of activity, the much publicized riot that happened in about two city blocks downtown, but even milling about afterwards with some photography friends, most of what I saw was fences with pockets of rich people attending the various balls and pockets of protesters screaming at them.
My wife and I had such fond memories of the first time we went to Crystal City's annual Pups and Pilsners, two years ago, that we almost didn't go back this year. It seemed like one of those memories that you will always remember fondly either because of you got there at that exact right moment for a series of awesome experiences, or the circumstances surrounding it make you nostalgic for it.