B here.  It is the morning after.  As the alarms blared this am, our bodies were forced to arise from the deep celebrations of the Inauguration and awake to the reality that we are working women.  Depression.  But DC couldn't survive without our necessary interning skills.  Work on Ladies.  The events of the last few days proved to be unique to each intern.  While A was escorted to her spot at the inauguration by policemen and hackled by standing men and furious cutting-the-line women, S was stacked in a herd for nearly two hours before being revealed that her ticketed seats had been given up.  However thanks to fate and fatigue S barely managed to make it to her area minutes before the address. L's story is left to be told.  All that is known is it forced her to retrieve to her bed immediately following the event where she remained the rest of the night and on into the morning.  She may still be there for all we know.  M and B proved laziness pays off.  After sleeping in and leisurely walking to the inauguration, they left the event with unique photo opts, free pretzels, and a once in a lifetime interview, though it was "too cold to cry" according to CBN.com.  Regardless of the experience-no matter how numb our fingers and toes were, how fatigued our bodies felt, or how claustrophobic we felt amongst a crowd of 2 million-the interns were a part of history.  And we wouldn't of missed it for the world.  (well unless we didn't live in DC).  Wish you were here.  District Dames.