This past Wednesday's visit to Harry's gave me the opportunity to exercise my Ambassadorship and partake of their fine brew. Let's just say that I don't really have the right palate for drinking hard liquor on the rocks:

At least Shannon seems to be enjoying herself

Here we are with a bowl of lettuce (don't ask):

The short bus

Pucci: What about looking into a bus or some sort of charter from Indy?
Pucci: Roll into Bloomington in a short bus we can run out of with helmets on running into trees
Pucci: Drink on the way down and the way back

God, I love Pucci.

UPDATE: the album is now online.

One of the guys going has insisted we hit up the Weiner Circle hot dog stand on one of the nights. There is a great clip from Ira Glass's "This American Life" highlighting this fine Chicago establishment (language nsfw):

Yesterday Libby peed on her onesie while I was changing her, so Shannon grabbed a white terrycloth bathrobe from upstairs for her to wear. We shared a few giggles looking at Libby in her "lounging outfit".

Now it just so happens that I was also drinking a glass of red wine (it was my first: this was not a booze-induced blunder). Left to my own devices I decided it would be cute to set up Libby for a picture in her robe. I imagined a suave pose would be cute: like she was wearing a dinner jacket and sipping from a sifter of booze. Very debonair.

This is the first (and only) picture I took with our camera:

It took her all of 0.3 seconds to reach out and turn that glass over. Zero point three seconds is just enough time for me to push the camera button and in the same horrifying moment realize the inevitable set of events my stupidity had set in motion.

I don't think I could have shot a better picture if it had been posed. White robe, red wine just beginning to spill over, Libby's fascination with this new toy, and my frantic hand reaching in vain to stop it all.

It's a damn good thing Shannon has a sense of humor about these things; I am thankful that all the stains have since been washed clean as well.

After all the birthday formalities Paris got on the mic (with her bunny ears on) and sang her song "Stars are Blind", which is an abysmal testament to all that is bad with pop culture. I must admit that Paris looks rather skeletal in all the photos I have seen, but in person she is quite attractive and seemed fun.

The club has many different rooms, each with their own theme and color scheme, so even if my eyes were blurry I would have at least known where in the club I was. They also have an outside deck upstairs which allowed for a nice open space to breath. There were gobs of beautiful people dancing and everyone seemed to be having the times of their lives, which made for a very fun and exciting evening.