The adventure begins..

Jan 19th: Before heading into downtown D.C. to pick up our Inauguration tickets, we had to pick up the rental car from Rent-a-Wreck. Let’s just say it’s not the classiest of joints. After going through some random office to get into the main office, because the front door was jammed, my dad realized he had left his driver’s license in his pants pocket from the day before. So, we got a cab, drove all the way back home and then back again to Rent-a-Wreck, this time with license in hand. This should not be a surprise for any of you who have been on a trip with the Fink family. The front desk woman was slightly amused, although it was hard to tell due to lack of personality. She explained to us that while we were gone she had given away our car, and she would try and find something for us out back. Pointing to a (excuse my language) shit car, she said she would wait outside to make sure it would start, because it hadn’t been used for four months. This should have been the queue for us to request another car, because in addition to the faulty breaks, there was also the lack of defroster, weird dusty smell that came from the air vents, and the broken heater. Anyways, we took it regardless and drove to the metro station to head into the city. After emerging from the metro, we were bombarded by a mass of people, vendors, and Obama paraphernalia. My cousin Andrea and Uncle Marc called us and saved us a trip to pick up the tickets, so we met them at the Reagan building for lunch and the tickets. After some sushi and conversation, we headed out to the boondocks for a dinner arranged for my Dad and his fraternity brothers to catch up after 25 or so years. I spent the evening listening to many stories about their college experience. Whether it was the guy who drank so much he never moved from the couch, or the time where they knifed a ham to someone’s door in protest, it made me wonder what college life is really like. Ha.