My dad and I had gone to Bill Clinton’s first inaugration (and George W. Bush’s before that). The day was bitterly cold, so no one wanted to stand outside, but Heather and I decided to brave it to see Better Than Ezra. It was in a big tent on the mall, and the main thing I remember is my fingers were so cold that clutching a hot chocolate still wasn’t warming them up. I don’t think we stayed for the whole set.
Better Than Ezra: