This is the best graffiti either of us have ever seen. Ever. It is in the airport in Chicago which is quite a feat since no airports ever have graffiti, presumably graffiti vandals don't have access to planes or plane tickets.
When we got to St. Louis, everyone was at a pool party except us. We were lost in the rain and the kind people of St. Louis helped us find our way. I am terribly provincial and stood around with a bunch of money in my hand looking like a confused tourist and probably should've been punched or robbed or made fun of. Brian went to a bar, the first bar he tried was closed, the second one he was warned not to enter by a young man who had just emerged from an asylum. The third bar was the charm!!
Now we are looking for the hotel.
