Our trip to Chicago was AMAZING. Here's a break down by the numbers:
100: 8th grade girls we got to talk to on Friday afternoon.
75: Red vines in the jug we lugged around with us to the school visit and the book signing.
32: Number of times we got lost in and around the Chicagoland area.
9: Outfits we each packed for a three day trip.
4: People who assumed we were married when I took Laura to my college roommate's wedding as my date.
3: Awkward encounters with dudes in elevators.
2: Dairy Queens that were closed when we desperately wanted a crunch coat twist.
1: REALLY bad spray tan.
So, yeah, we've got spray painted pink hair, stories detailing all of our awkward encounters and a killer review of the Bridesmaids movie coming all this week. In the meantime, here's a pic of us at the wedding on Saturday night. We totally cropped out the yoga pants.
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