|
|
| | | | | Just making sure we were where we were supposed to be. |
| |
| |
| | | | | The Chicago Philharmonic Symphony orchestra... don't say we ain't cultured;) |
| |
| |
|
| | | | | A giant metal peanut reflecting a giant goober. |
| |
| |
| | | | | The outside music thing-y. |
| |
| |
|
| | | | | Mah Buddah, Mah Buddah, Mah Budda and Me! |
| |
| | |
| |
| | | | | The convention center that so lovingly suckled away our money. |
| |
| |
|
| | | | | The Rosemont Water Tower. |
| |
| | |
|
| | | | | No, wait, he forgot... Court likes New Coke. |
| |
| |
| | | | | Scott surfing for gopher pin-ups while Court realizes he's not in Kansas anymore... |
| |
| |
|
| | | | | Scott Rosema doodling up a Zatana for yours truly. |
| |
| |
| | | | | Devon and Mitch enthralled by Chris' wife. |
| |
| |
| |
| | | | | Yup, they have Texas Roadhouses in Indiana. |
| |
| |
|
| | | | | Hit the hammer, Papa Bear, smokey's outta sight... we got ourselves a convoy! |
| |
| | |