Last night, Britton and I went to a "Chicago Party" hosted by my friend Alicia. Guests were encouraged to sample Chicagoan cuisine and mingle with an authentic Chicagoan. (Sounds like a great excuse to have a party.)
We played Cornhole, Bocce ball, Twister, and Taboo. We laughed away our stresses for the evening and snapped some photos. Why are the goofy ones, the only ones that turn out?
No comments:
Post a Comment