We saw the arch, but we didn't stop to muck around underneath it.
We walked the streets surrounding our awesome hotel.
Word to the wise, if you're ever in St. Louis with kids - go to the Chase Park Plaza and splurge on a big room. The short ones will LOVE it. But, ANOTHER word to the wise, lock the mini-bar.
The suite was sweet.
The suite was sweet.
The pool was sweet, too.
We swam.
We visited with Miss Grumpybutt.
I went and did a high-falutin' literary thing. Pictured here is the amazing Daniel B. O'Shea and the lean and deadly Frank Bill. You can almost tell from this photo, but the dude behind them, at the microphone, was reading a MANLY story after consuming many MANLY beverages.
I met Matthew McBride, Frank Bill, Dan O'Shea for the first time. I had dinner and drinks with Erik Smetana, who is the nicest dude this side of the Pecos.
Dan and Bill tell me to stop taking f$%#@&*ing pictures before they give me a van beating.
Fred Venturini read a story that was a BIG HIT with the ladies.
Noir @ the Bar was awesome. Big thanks to Scott Phillips and Jed Ayres for putting it on. And so concludes my N@B coverage.
I met Matthew McBride, Frank Bill, Dan O'Shea for the first time. I had dinner and drinks with Erik Smetana, who is the nicest dude this side of the Pecos.
Dan and Bill tell me to stop taking f$%#@&*ing pictures before they give me a van beating.
Fred Venturini read a story that was a BIG HIT with the ladies.
Noir @ the Bar was awesome. Big thanks to Scott Phillips and Jed Ayres for putting it on. And so concludes my N@B coverage.
We looked up at big buildings.
And I took artsy Instagram photos of them. (I've drank the Instagram Kool-Aide.)
The intrepid explorers consider their next move, amongst the flora and fauna of St. Louis. It's a jungle up there.
We swam some more.
My daughters are otters.
There was stuff like this everywhere.
We went to The City Museum. It was awesome. Everywhere you look, there's some amazing artistic, craftsman detail.
That wall is made of cafeteria serving pans.
There were big spaces.
There were small spaces.
There was hugging. There was fighting (not pictured.)
Faces received the pre-requisite amount of paint.
Here there be dragons.
No muscle cars, thankfully.
Lily got a lily.
There were steampunkish gears and doodads and geegaws.
There were lots of people.
There was crazy crap to climb on.
And there was the drive back. It had singing. Lots of singing. Some of that singing sounded like this:
And there was the drive back. It had singing. Lots of singing. Some of that singing sounded like this:
"No muscle cars, thankfully."
ReplyDeleteNow THAT made me laugh out loud, literally.
What's amazing about O'Shea is that he then returned home to usher his daugher over the 21 yo threshold with multiple libations. That's impressive.
That night? I thought he was staying in a hotel downtown.
ReplyDeleteWhatever the case, I did not get to hang out with Dan O'Shea as much as I would've liked to. Like, late night belly-up to the bar drinking. But I had kids with me and had to get back to the hotel to relieve the babysitter.
We just hit STL three weeks ago, and the City Museum was the absolute highlight. Couldn't get the kids out of that place. Great pix, John.
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