Just before we got to the Mall, right past the Red Cross Headquarters, we ran into a bunch of those "God Hates..." people.* There were about four of them, holding signs and screaming at anyone in earshot. They've branched out - now they hate "sports nuts" and "Mormons" as well as gays, lesbians, "baby killing women", and everyone else. Several gay couples posed for pictures. There were other - what's a good word for them - nuts out there, including some other street preachers and some group who wanted a "real" revolution. (Today's WaPo says that the sign guys were actually not a part of the infamous group. I don;t know if that's good or bad.)
Once we got to the Mall, we saw the security line for the area around the Reflecting Pool - four blocks long and not moving. We skipped the line and stood with the unsecured, unchecked masses on the lawn of the Washington Monument. The crowd was pretty lively and engaged, although we did sound lame applauding in our gloves. The whole feeling was very festival-concert-ish: a woman stood on her boyfriend's shoulders (to get pictures), and someone tossed a beach ball around. And no one smoked. That was the oddest thing - no one smoked at all. It wasn't banned or anything. Just no smokers in the crowd, at least none I could see.
Springsteen, U2, and Beyonce in the same concert. Wow. That's Bono on the JumboTron. That little white building in the distance is the Lincoln Memorial. (For reference, the Washington Monument is behind me, about 200 yards back, just off to the right.) Out of all the performances, I have to say that Garth Brooks (where has he been hiding) did really well with "Shout!" - the crowd actually danced. Herbie Hancock may have never played "One Love" before. He apparently never heard "One Love" before. Seeing John Mellencamp do "Pink Houses" - well you knew he'd been waiting a long time. I think he was crying. Jamie Foxx was funnier in person, considering the sharpshooters on the roof. That's something pictures down't show - the police towers, the National Guardsmen, the phalanx of D.C. motorcycle cops, the fences, checkpoints, metal detectors, helicopters, and thousands of uniformed military.
After the show, we got up to 18th street and ate at Meskeret. Can I say how much I love Ethiopian food? I love Ethiopian food. Tomorrow, we're heading in at 5 am to see the swearing-in.