TWID AND VILLAGER GO TO CHICAGO FOR A WEDDING
This was our first time flying together. She likes flying. I'm not too fond of the mode of travel.
We decided to have authentic Chicago Deep Dish pizza. We continued to eat it here and there over the next 24 hours.
The next day was the wedding, so we got dressed up
Villager and I went to a church. A Catholic church mind you. Some heretic left this in the missal containment thingie in our pew. It's the Christian thing to do.
The best man decided to play a prank on the groom. It was flawless.
Turns out that we're adults. We also got the cutest guitar picks ever. (Groom is a bassist and played in a band here in Boston)
Also, there were these signs. Everywhere. Including the church, mind you, but this was at the reception.
The next day we went in town
We went to Wrigley Field. One of my friends is a huge Cubs fan, and also, Red Sox fans gotta love a cursed underdog team.
We found the spaceship from Flight of the Navigator (spaceship was my idea, but Dimo gets credit for pointing out FotN)
I suspect this is the spaceport
This artifact may or may not be related to the spaceship, but I have made it my new god, and Chicago is now my holy land.
This bridge currently leads to nowhere.
This bridge currently leads to somewhere. (also pictured, groom's sister and her boyfriend, who were also in the groom's band. In fact, I'm wearing their shirt.)
This is me at Midway Airport on Monday morning, beginning the geographically longest and most implausible commute to work I've ever done (as far as duration, it was the second longest. No snow was involved.)
This was the last thing I saw before boarding. Apparently Chicago's airports have a problem with cyborgs from the future.