Chicago Parade

A couple weeks ago, Colson and I went downtown to watch a Christmas parade in Chicago. While everyone was freezing their butts off on the street, we got to watch from the 18th floor of a building on Michigan Ave.

One of Colson's friends, Rachel, nannys for a woman who is an executive for AMC theaters so she let us hang out in her office. The other sweet thing was that they had all the movie candy we could want in the office and we were allowed to eat as much as we wanted. I asked Colson before we got to the office what we were going to do for dinner, and he said, "Dinner? Why do we need dinner? We get all the candy we could want!"

Both of us had a bad stomachache reminiscent of the post-Halloween stomachaches you get when you're a kid. And we didn't need dinner either.