Sluggo and Sluggo, Inc. go to Chicago (A Photo Essay)

The partners in crime before departure. There are about a hundred other pictures exactly like this (never give Sally the digital camera).


The view from our totally cheap and totally sketchy parking structure. It was half as much as the structure across the street and besides, they wouldn't steal my car anyway. There's too much dog hair in it.


Anna is holding the city inside her hat. Yeah, I don't get it either.


Look! The espresso brownies in Chicago have icing. Even Starbucks is better in Chicago.


Three pictures of the mecca. I need to show the magnitude as well as the height, and of course the Anna.




I didn't find much here, sadly, because most of their clothes looked like this:

Since I live in The Land That Never Gets Colder Than 70 I resisted the outerwear funness.

Also, I discovered the source of all their power:


Then we went to Uno's for Chicago Style Pizza.


However, the restaurant is about the size of a shoebox so we waited 75 minutes to get these stellar seats which are actually in the bar (this is not the same as being at the bar).


Here you can see our server (who did not tell us him name) getting our drinks. My drink was sub-par because they "ran out of cherry juice," he said. CHERRY JUICE? What is this, a Welch's commercial? Where I come from we call it Grenadine.


But the pizza was still life-changing and I'd go back in an instant.


And here's the view from our parking structure at night.