Emily and our parents went to Chicago this past weekend to see
The Book of Mormon Pinkalicious.
The trip included her first train ride:
There was a tall building ... :
... pizza at Gino’s East ... :
... breakfast at Yolk ... :
... an urban playground (several times) ... :
... and of course the main attraction:
(Assessments of the musical varied by age. To get some idea on a scale of one to 10, start with 150 and divide that by the square of the attendee’s age.)
A movie star was sighted at Rock Bottom, where certain Pinkalicious patrons tried to wash away all memories of the play:
Look! A giant Woody!
The trip home:
For what it’s worth, we think Emily’s favorite parts of the trip were the cab rides from and to Union Station. Because there were no seat belts.