My baby who isn’t a baby anymore is the one who turned me on to Hamilton a few years ago as I am outdated as always when it comes to most popular culture. It feels fitting for the moment.

 

A few summers ago the two of us caught the last performance at the Orpheum and it was a cool bonding experience.

 

 

An expensive, cool bonding experience thanks to what turned out to be a $40 parking lot fee but it was worth it to be in a lot directly across from the theater and well lit to boot. Safety first and all that, at least when my kid is with me.

 

 

Anyway. I digress.

 

I had some FEELINGS watching Kamala Harris take the oath for Vice President. And Uncle Joe too. I know today is mostly for show, mostly symbolic but right now I welcome that. Not that normal is best, but after the past year, it is better.  I’m trying to convince myself that this is the start of things turning around. Life, the Universe, and Everything will get better now, even if I can’t quite put my finger on what better means these days.

 

 

Even knowing that this is mostly decorative there is a strong sense of relief that is tangible now that the official bit has happened. Not relief that everything is going to be okay now because it isn’t that simple.

 

But because the would-be fascist with a bad shade match is being relegated to Florida Man and if there is any justice in the world, a mountain of criminal charges.

I can dream.

 

Sidenote: watching some more of the pomp and circumstance (on mute because that’s how I roll now) and Vice President Harris just climbed the Capitol steps in some bitchin’ black heels. I stan, as the kids on Twitter say.

 

Future me is going to gag over the run-ons here but present me is just putting down words as they come into my head.