On Thursday, January 20th, 2005, I was sitting on the couch in my DC apartment, pissed off. I was watching history take place on TV, when the real thing was happening just eight blocks away. I could have walked over to the US Capitol to witness the moment first-hand, but it was the last place I wanted to be.
At 9:30am, the sound of a beer cracking open echoed from the kitchen. My roommate walked into the living room with a freshly opened can of Guinness. "What better time for a beer?" she asked, taking a big chug. Beer seemed like a fabulous idea. I grabbed a drink and we forced ourselves to watch the second inauguration of George W. Bush. Several beers (and a mini-depression party at our house) followed, but none of it eased the pain. – Amy
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