Since I went off about how great the Hilton was, here's a mediocre
photo of what it looked like. Goose down pillows. The padded
mattresses. Tasteful b&w photos. |
The lobby. These photos suck. |
But the view from our hotel room didn't. |
Heading toward the hotel... |
heading into the hotel... |
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and heading out again. Before we go any further, I want to talk
about this photo. I absolutely adore it. I do. It is filled with
the promise of a good time--look at Max's facial expression: Joy.
She's reaching for my hand. She's inviting me to go have fun with
her. This photograph could not have come out better and the truth
is if I look at it too long I might cry. |
The first place we were drinking was right on state street and we
gave this guy a cigarette in exchange for letting me take his
photo. |
Obligatory group photos. At this point Jen and her boyfriend had
joined us. |
More group shots. |
Funny photo, this. I have no idea when it was taken or where. I
assume I'm taking it. I assume we're standing up, but I'm not
sure? I have a feeling it's at the after bar, and that it's right
before this one: |
This was definitely taken at the after bar. I took it from
above--notice my sleeve to the right. I'm surprised it came out.
Apparently we were having a group hug and I mistook it for a group
kiss. Jenny is the only one left with the wherewithal to actually
look at the camera. |
This is how we felt the next day. Like a barn that's been crumbled
by a tornado. |
This is how Frank Lloyd Wright looks when you're hungover. |
So studious. Christian attempts to pick up women by reading heady
books in front of the capital and periodically shooing me away. |
