My friends Karl and Maria stopped in on their way back from Indiana to Minnesota. For some reason, I thought Navy Pier might be a good place to meet. It was packed to the gills with children. It was a bit over-whelming, especially since I've spent most of the holiday in my apartment.
It did, however, let us get a photo-booth picture. Which always rocks. This one spit out double-prints on pre-preforated paper, which solves the eternal photo-booth question of who gets to keep the pictures. Except that there were three of us, so we still had the question. I got one copy, so I assume that Karl and Maria spent the rest of their drive home fighting over who got to keep the other half.
