I talked to a kid who was getting out of his lesson where Eryn takes her guitar lessons for about fifteen minutes about his guitar this evening, a nice looking mahogany number. He told me all about graphite hardware and the various woods for guitars and what he liked and even how he had purchased a block of wood to custom modify one instrument. He raved for quite a while about the Chicago Music Exchange in Chicago. I'm of the opinion we should visit next time we're in Chicago, if for no other reason than to see a few $30,000 guitars. And even $45,000, although that particular Gibson ES-335 with 345 neck sunburst 1960 does come with free shipping. I do like it that a $22,000+ guitar can get a 4 star rating (out of 5). Apparently that has more to do with the price for that particular instrument than anything else.
Eryn's about 10 pages from the end of her second book and finishing it was my condition for an electric guitar. So I'll soon be shopping for both an electric guitar and an oboe. At least the guitar prices at Chicago Music Exchange are making an oboe look more reasonable.
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Sunday, March 27, 2011
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man...
While we were in Chicago and wandering around Lincoln Park trying to find Lou Malnati's, we passed Oz Park. They have interesting sculptures of the characters from the Wizard of Oz, although a careful look at them gives you the feeling they'd be pretty creepy at night.
The Tin Man.
The Scarecrow, looking a bit more like the Scarecrow from Batman then like the character from the Wizard of Oz. I like it that he needs a plaque explaining that he's that Scarecrow, as you'd expect someone else in Oz Park.
A closer picture showing him with his diploma of Thinkology (ThD).
Wizard of Oz: They have one thing you haven't got: a diploma. Therefore, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Universitartus Committiartum E Pluribus Unum, I hereby confer upon you the honorary degree of ThD.
Scarecrow: ThD?
Wizard of Oz: That's... Doctor of Thinkology.
The Tin Man.
The Scarecrow, looking a bit more like the Scarecrow from Batman then like the character from the Wizard of Oz. I like it that he needs a plaque explaining that he's that Scarecrow, as you'd expect someone else in Oz Park.
A closer picture showing him with his diploma of Thinkology (ThD).
Wizard of Oz: They have one thing you haven't got: a diploma. Therefore, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Universitartus Committiartum E Pluribus Unum, I hereby confer upon you the honorary degree of ThD.
Scarecrow: ThD?
Wizard of Oz: That's... Doctor of Thinkology.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Chicago - Lincoln Park Zoo
While we were in Chicago, we walked from our hotel to the Lincoln Park Zoo. It was a bit cold for the animals to be out,but plenty of them were visible anyway. This camel was obsessed with chewing on the chain for his ball. We were speculating whether it was because he enjoyed how cold the chain was or because he was grinding his teeth.
After seeing the gibbon swinging back and forth with his junk waving in the air in front of us, coupled with the breast feeding gibbon, Kyle told me I should get a monkey of my own. I disagree. Smart pets scare me. And the sign on the monkey cafeteria (where they make vegetable pizzas for monkeys, not where you eat monkey) had many things to say about why only idiots and selfish bastards kept domesticated monkeys. It was amusing that they spent a lot of time clarifying they were referring to "non-human primate ownership".
Apparently people were VERY concerned when the tigers jumped down into their moat. The zoo keeper had to put up a sign to assure people this was normal and they shouldn't panic or worry it was going to be able to come up the other side and eat them.
Obviously authorized zoo personnel are Oompa Loompas.
I like this picture. It was taken through a fake camera with a real camera that captured my reflection in the fake camera, but the real rhinoceros in the real camera via the fake camera's real lens tube. Makes for a neat shot.
This screams for one of those triptychs where you get closer and closer and closer to the giraffe's face so it feels like he's upset with you. But he looks a little too simple to be an evil giraffe.
F*** are ostriches ugly and stupid looking. This sort of behavior doesn't help at all.
This would be part I of the triptych. I had a very nice picture off just a giraffe ass which could have been picture #3, but I got rid of it as it was in poor taste. Who really wants to look at that?
After seeing the gibbon swinging back and forth with his junk waving in the air in front of us, coupled with the breast feeding gibbon, Kyle told me I should get a monkey of my own. I disagree. Smart pets scare me. And the sign on the monkey cafeteria (where they make vegetable pizzas for monkeys, not where you eat monkey) had many things to say about why only idiots and selfish bastards kept domesticated monkeys. It was amusing that they spent a lot of time clarifying they were referring to "non-human primate ownership".
Apparently people were VERY concerned when the tigers jumped down into their moat. The zoo keeper had to put up a sign to assure people this was normal and they shouldn't panic or worry it was going to be able to come up the other side and eat them.
Obviously authorized zoo personnel are Oompa Loompas.
I like this picture. It was taken through a fake camera with a real camera that captured my reflection in the fake camera, but the real rhinoceros in the real camera via the fake camera's real lens tube. Makes for a neat shot.
This screams for one of those triptychs where you get closer and closer and closer to the giraffe's face so it feels like he's upset with you. But he looks a little too simple to be an evil giraffe.
F*** are ostriches ugly and stupid looking. This sort of behavior doesn't help at all.
This would be part I of the triptych. I had a very nice picture off just a giraffe ass which could have been picture #3, but I got rid of it as it was in poor taste. Who really wants to look at that?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Chicago Photos - Things That Aren't in the Zoo
When Kyle, Pooteewheet, and I went to Chicago to see the Burlesque Festival, we stopped by the Lincoln Park Zoo (that's right, we left Eryn at home and then went to the zoo and her favorite restaurant) and wandered around the city in our search for pizza at a local Lou Malnati's.
Goethe, the Mastermind of the German People! No doubt his ability to control eagles was one of his superpowers. There was a nice statue of four people kneeling in a circle at St. Joseph's nearby. Kyle refused to stand in the circle so I could take a picture of him getting a BJ. And obviously trying to create that angle with Goethe wasn't going to work.
Proof that our hotel was incredibly fancy, or cursed. I don't recommend the Days Inn in North Lincoln Park unless you make sure they're not going to give you a room o the east side against the street. If it weren't for all the beer on Friday night, I wouldn't have managed to sleep. Pooteewheet had to go down to the desk to request ear plugs. To name a few of the sounds: people talking, bus revving, bus beeping, cell phone, drunk folks, fire engine sirens, many many honking horns.
I'm pretty sure this is racist in some manner. They don't post signs about Siamese Connections anywhere I've ever noticed in Minnesota.
This is for Eryn. Her hatred of Potbelly is a joke around our house, ever since she had the sandwich with the hot pickle on it.
It was nice of someone to tie all the pieces falling off the bike back onto the bike in a handy carrying tote.
This is cool. They leave the meters up for bicycles. I wonder if they'll do that with the new electronic/credit card meters when those are past life.
Goethe, the Mastermind of the German People! No doubt his ability to control eagles was one of his superpowers. There was a nice statue of four people kneeling in a circle at St. Joseph's nearby. Kyle refused to stand in the circle so I could take a picture of him getting a BJ. And obviously trying to create that angle with Goethe wasn't going to work.
Proof that our hotel was incredibly fancy, or cursed. I don't recommend the Days Inn in North Lincoln Park unless you make sure they're not going to give you a room o the east side against the street. If it weren't for all the beer on Friday night, I wouldn't have managed to sleep. Pooteewheet had to go down to the desk to request ear plugs. To name a few of the sounds: people talking, bus revving, bus beeping, cell phone, drunk folks, fire engine sirens, many many honking horns.
I'm pretty sure this is racist in some manner. They don't post signs about Siamese Connections anywhere I've ever noticed in Minnesota.
This is for Eryn. Her hatred of Potbelly is a joke around our house, ever since she had the sandwich with the hot pickle on it.
It was nice of someone to tie all the pieces falling off the bike back onto the bike in a handy carrying tote.
This is cool. They leave the meters up for bicycles. I wonder if they'll do that with the new electronic/credit card meters when those are past life.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Windy City Burlesque
Kyle, Pooteewheet, and I drove to Chicago last Friday to catch two evenings of the Second Annual Windy City Burlesque Fest. While it might seem like I have an obsession with burlesque, my purpose was legion:
1.) See Michelle L'Amour, as she wasn't at Midwest Burlesk this year.
2.) Go to Chicago.
3.) See some acts we wouldn't see at Midwest Burlesk.
4.) Have some sushi.
5.) Decide whether a speed trip was feasible for future purposes (we drove back starting at 12:30 a.m.)
6.) Have some beer.
7.) Pick up some beer to bring back that isn't generally available in Minnesota.
Missions accomplished. It is possible to drive back between 12:30 a.m. and 7:15 a.m., although sleeping in a Ford Fiesta is tricky and you really need a foam cushion cut to fit the seat to door gap if you don't want to wake up with no blood flow to your head. Chicago is there. Although Tsuki where we always went for sushi is not. But all the staff moved to Ai and they still have bento boxes for kids and a great selection of sushi. I had the tabiko flight (red, yellow, green, black, orange...black is best), a piece of cherry smoked duck on rice, an oyster shooter, a delicious rosemary walnut tuna roll that striped the tuna so every piece tasted different, and a bowl of green tea ice cream the profits of which were sent to Japanese relief funds.
Friday night was....
- beer + dinner
- beer
- burlesque + beer and whiskey
- beer + other
Dinner was at the Duke of Perth. Good fish and chips, but "all you can eat" is sort of silly given the size of your first plate of fish. Afterwards we went to John Barleycorn's for a beer while waiting for the show to start. That's also where we went after the show, although by then we were drinking some Shamrock Shake thing composed of creme de menthe and Bailey's. Ugh. You know you've jumped the shark when bright green drinks hit the counter. I did get to tell Franny Fluffer Nutter, who was also there drinking, that we liked her act. I learned that she does an RPG burlesque and a Twin Peaks burlesque in her native New York. Those must be amusing.
The burlesque show was fun, although I didn't think it was as good as Midwest Burlesk. Lula Houp-Garou stood out with her hula hoop act and a dance the second night that involved lying in a bed of glass. The Stage Door Johnnies were their usual amusing selves with a sort of tin solider act. Franny Fluffer Nutter was good - you can find her doing her baton twirling and blonde to redhead transition here, although video always lacks significantly compared to the live experience of burlesque. The Flaming Dames with their ode to music were amusing. Jeez Loueez brought a lot of energy to the stage with a dance to Prince's Sexy Motherfucker. Steele Starling was blasphemous with his Catholic priest pole dance to Lacrimosa that ended in an upside down prayer. And Ammunition...the host described her as an industrial factory wrapped in the body of a girl. She came out with a couple of Home Depot lamps and a Tron-lightlike corset, and eventually proceeded to use a grinder like you'd expect to see a heavy metal band using grinders, to shoot sparks from their guitars. But she didn't have a guitar, so she used her g-string. There's a very short clip of it here...it was much more impressive in person, without the band, and the lights mostly off.
My least favorite act was probably Serenna Starr. Her act was much more traditional strip (it involved a very large bowl of sudsy water) than burlesque, and it felt less fun because of that. While it might seem strange to say you don't go to burlesque for nudity or raunchiness, it's the truth. Even though Michelle L'Amour bills herself as the "most naked woman." Unless the raunchiness is truly intended to be over the top fun (the Evil Hate Monkey for instance), it just doesn't belong in a burlesque show.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Chicago, Day 2 - Museum of Science and Industry
Our second day in Chicago, we hit the Museum of Science and Industry. We've been there before, but Eryn hadn't been on the U-boat since she was really little and couldn't remember it. It was a timely trip as we went to see Indiana Jones at the Trylon last weekend, so we could talk about U boats. Just a random observation, while we were sitting in the food court at the museum, I asked Pooteewheet, do you see any black people here who aren't working here? We eventually noticed a family, but there were virtually none. The reason it was strange was that we had just come from The Original Pancake House only a few blocks away, where we were definitely a minority. So at least on the day we were there, it seemed as though the museum was a favorite of tourists, and not of the people in the neighborhood. Maybe it's just because we weren't there on a school day. But the contrast between breakfast (delicious, by the way) and the museum was a bit dramatic.
Avalanche exhibit. Not really worth watching unless you're trying to hyponotise yourself. Visitors control the spin of the exhibit. The various video games around the hall were more interesting as they encouraged a kid to be a forest fire fighter, fireworks display coordinator, and jet fuel/car fuel creator. They were little adventures with numerous endings and Eryn spent quite a bit of time checking out what a mixture of marshmallows and oxygen would do to a car, and learned that dumping fire retardant near a river is a no-no.
The U-505. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside. The tour guide was very enthusiastic. The tour I had of the sub (non-Nazi) in Australia was much better. I liked getting a tour from an actual Aussie bubblehead better than the 25 year old at the museum. Primarily, the U-505 capture is a story about incompetence (failing to throw the plug over the side, etc.). But I did find it enjoyable to see that the submarine had a great big plug in the bottom, just like a bathtub, so that it could be quickly scuttled. It reminded me of people in Monticello that used to claim there was a big red button in the nuclear power plant that could make it explode. Except the plug in the sub was real.
The line before the tour. The perspective is correct. Eryn was playing rock, paper, scissors. The tour guide asked us all where we were from. We said Eagan. The woman next to us said, "China." And the people next to her said, "Right next door." Pooteewheet replied, "To China?" The Chinese woman did not even crack a smile. She didn't seem amused one bit.
There's a ship tagging game in the periscope. Eryn had to wait about ten minutes for a guy to make space, so she made sure to spend some time enjoying it.
Submarine simulation. We made it through safe and sound. It's a little less complicated than the Wii, the only options being spin toward each other, spin away from each other, or really get mixed up and do something else.
Engima machines are not little girl friendly. This is why they shouldn't let someone else encode what you get to decode. It was a step up from the drunk guy in our hotel screaming in the hallway at 2:00 a.m. "Your sister's a fucking whore!" Pooteewheet was amused when he was yelling "Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me!" And someone put a hand over his mouth. "Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch mfphfh!" Security eventually arrived to quiet them down, but not before they left behind a leather trash can full of vomit for the morning cleaning staff. That was a real treat to smell in the hallway as we were checking out. He's probably the guy who left this message for Eryn to decode.
I think I published a picture of this guy a long time ago. I know I'm supposed to be reflective, but he makes me smile. It looks like someone took his puppy or ice cream sandwich. It's the same face Eryn used to make when she was annoyed/sad, except she added a little nostril huff as she made the face.
Eryn and Pooteewheet in the wind tube. Gusts of up to 80 mph. Yet their hair seems strangely unaffected.
Avalanche exhibit. Not really worth watching unless you're trying to hyponotise yourself. Visitors control the spin of the exhibit. The various video games around the hall were more interesting as they encouraged a kid to be a forest fire fighter, fireworks display coordinator, and jet fuel/car fuel creator. They were little adventures with numerous endings and Eryn spent quite a bit of time checking out what a mixture of marshmallows and oxygen would do to a car, and learned that dumping fire retardant near a river is a no-no.
You could control the light mixture in this exhibit. Eryn was fascinated that by changing the colors she could make certain flowers on her shirt disappear.
Train! Gave me flashbacks to the locomotive at the park in Sidney, Montana. I used to play in that thing all the time. I think it has wire around it now because it's not safe for modern children.
After the museum, we went to Tsuki for dinner. As I mentioned yesterday, Eryn thought she'd prefer Friends Sushi. But when we got to Tsuki they told us Sundays were for kids and their meal was free and available in a bento box. Eryn picked the Hello Kitty bento box. The meal wasn't some kid-sized knock off, but a full chicken meal and free ice cream. They gave her a balloon when she left as well. The chef, the owner, or someone involved in the restaurant really likes kids.
Bubble gum flavored soda. Ugh. There's a little glass ball in the top that comes with many warnings about not trying to extract it.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Chicago, Day 1 - Navy Pier
Our first day in Chicago we went to Navy Pier. That's pretty much all we did. Drove down to the pier, almost got stuck in Memorial Day parade traffic, finally found a $20-some parking spot near the pier, and then enjoyed the pier, the ferris wheel, a cheese borger at Billy Goat Tavern, an architecture tour on one of the boats, and then wandered over to Friends Sushi about half a dozen blocks away.
Probably Eryn's favorite part of the whole day. The fountain just before entering the pier. She made us go back to it later so she could play next to it again. I was glad she was having so much fun, except that the second time round she was melting cotton candy on my leg.
You might have to click through to see the panoramic photos. This one is funny because I caught the same kid twice. It's sort of creepy.
Fun around the fountain:
What's that smell?! No vacation collection would be complete without me inappropriately enjoying the local statues.
Eryn about to check out one of the sailing ships off the pier. She was excited when they touched off their cannon.
Very end of the pier. We were getting in a bit of exercise for the day (I was tired when everything was done for the day as I topped it off by swimming with Eryn in the hotel pool where they were having "Dive In Movies." Ali asked me if I'd be willing to do a mini triathalon with him this year, so I tried a few laps of crawl in the pool. For the next two days my arms felt like they were slightly separating at the shoulder joints).
Eryn enjoying the ferris wheel.
Certainly not The Eye, but up there a ways (I think it's 1/3 the height of The Eye - we were trying to figure it out with Pooteewheet's Android while waiting in line. We bumped into some Eaganites while in line, which isn't nearly as weird as bumping into someone named Eryn two days later in the line at the Jellybelly factory. She had her name printed on her shirt).
Nice skyline picture from the ferris wheel.
Another. In case you can't tell, I really like Lake Point Tower. Looks like I can buy 1000 square feet for around $400K, and a parking spot for another $67-80K. Or if I make it big, it looks like I can get something around 3000 square feet near the top for $1.65 million.
Little hazy the day we were there.
The highlight of the stained glass museum on the pier. Certainly belongs next to the other beautiful pieces in the gallery.
Eryn at the end of the pier. I was dying to go on a bike ride when I realized the bike trail just keeps going down the side of the lake. Next time we're in Chicago if it's not winter, that'll be a priority for me, particularly as the bikes are so easy to rent, or I can just take my own and Eryn and I can start south of the city where getting dropped off isn't a problem. I realize this means Pooteewheet might have to drive around by herself which, given her sense of direction even with her GPS, might be a recipe for disaster, but she could always try to find us again at whatever location we started from.
WHERE IS ERYN'S HEAD??? My superior photography skills at work.
A nice picture of Pooteewheet and Eryn having some fun before the architecture tour.
Architecture tour. That guy talked nonstop for like 70 minutes. Amazing. I learned that if you take a train (Metra) into Union Station, right across the street/river there's a water taxi that will take you to the pier for a fee. Given how much it cost to park at the pier, that might not have been such a bad option.
River City. Bertrand Goldberg's less famous apartment complex (second to the corncobs of Marina City).
This angel is VERY proud of the dump he just took (it's called the Angel of Peace).
Eryn, worried I'm going to do something embarrassing while taking a picture of the Angel of Peace.
Friends Sushi. I had the sashimi platter and tobiko (they offered all the colors of the rainbow) with uzura on it, much to the Facebook disgust of my former classmate Raquel. It was weird tabiko as it didn't come wrapped in seaweed, but was served on scooped out lemon rind. I have to say it was better than the tabiko the next night at Tsuki, and the presentation with the cracked egg shells on top of little bits of lemon was unique.
The inside of Friends Sushi. I wasn't sure it would be kid friendly, but there was a mother and son having sushi right next to us. Eryn and Pooteewheet enjoyed the steak and chicken teriyaki, although Eryn switched with Pooteewheet when she discovered she preferred the steak. She was dubious about going, but wanted to come back the next night. I'll post about it later, but was much happier with Tsuki when we went there on Sunday night.
I took us on a final detour so I could find a four pack of Dogfish beer at a liquor store I knew to exist downtown, and in order to take Eryn past Centennial Fountain which was near the hotel I'd stayed at a few years ago when I was at an educational software conference for work. It was my belief that if she liked the Navy Pier fountain, then she'd enjoy this one as well. It was a very nice place to wind down the evening.
A beautiful picture of the fountain in panorama.
Eryn doing a ballet pose in front of the fountain. There was a big family here right before I took this picture. A bunch of relations were up from Las Vegas and they were having a great time in front of the fountain.
Eryn and Mom having a great time enjoying the end of the day.
NO MERMAIDS ALLOWED IN THE FOUNTAIN!!! Emily Windsnap would be in big trouble (Eryn's book of choice during the trip).
The fountain shoots a jet of water across the river later in the day. A wedding showed up to take pictures in saris and tuxes. Beautiful wedding party and a great place for wedding pictures.
Close up of the fountain, in case you just need some white noise for relaxing:
The fountain shooting across the river as a boat floats by. A very large speedboat (I suppose it was officially a yacht) braved the fountain later and everyone hunkered down under the rain guard to avoid getting drenched. If grins were umbrellas they would have been perfectly safe.
Probably Eryn's favorite part of the whole day. The fountain just before entering the pier. She made us go back to it later so she could play next to it again. I was glad she was having so much fun, except that the second time round she was melting cotton candy on my leg.
You might have to click through to see the panoramic photos. This one is funny because I caught the same kid twice. It's sort of creepy.
Fun around the fountain:
What's that smell?! No vacation collection would be complete without me inappropriately enjoying the local statues.
Eryn about to check out one of the sailing ships off the pier. She was excited when they touched off their cannon.
Very end of the pier. We were getting in a bit of exercise for the day (I was tired when everything was done for the day as I topped it off by swimming with Eryn in the hotel pool where they were having "Dive In Movies." Ali asked me if I'd be willing to do a mini triathalon with him this year, so I tried a few laps of crawl in the pool. For the next two days my arms felt like they were slightly separating at the shoulder joints).
Eryn enjoying the ferris wheel.
Certainly not The Eye, but up there a ways (I think it's 1/3 the height of The Eye - we were trying to figure it out with Pooteewheet's Android while waiting in line. We bumped into some Eaganites while in line, which isn't nearly as weird as bumping into someone named Eryn two days later in the line at the Jellybelly factory. She had her name printed on her shirt).
Nice skyline picture from the ferris wheel.
Another. In case you can't tell, I really like Lake Point Tower. Looks like I can buy 1000 square feet for around $400K, and a parking spot for another $67-80K. Or if I make it big, it looks like I can get something around 3000 square feet near the top for $1.65 million.
Little hazy the day we were there.
The highlight of the stained glass museum on the pier. Certainly belongs next to the other beautiful pieces in the gallery.
Eryn at the end of the pier. I was dying to go on a bike ride when I realized the bike trail just keeps going down the side of the lake. Next time we're in Chicago if it's not winter, that'll be a priority for me, particularly as the bikes are so easy to rent, or I can just take my own and Eryn and I can start south of the city where getting dropped off isn't a problem. I realize this means Pooteewheet might have to drive around by herself which, given her sense of direction even with her GPS, might be a recipe for disaster, but she could always try to find us again at whatever location we started from.
WHERE IS ERYN'S HEAD??? My superior photography skills at work.
A nice picture of Pooteewheet and Eryn having some fun before the architecture tour.
Architecture tour. That guy talked nonstop for like 70 minutes. Amazing. I learned that if you take a train (Metra) into Union Station, right across the street/river there's a water taxi that will take you to the pier for a fee. Given how much it cost to park at the pier, that might not have been such a bad option.
River City. Bertrand Goldberg's less famous apartment complex (second to the corncobs of Marina City).
This angel is VERY proud of the dump he just took (it's called the Angel of Peace).
Eryn, worried I'm going to do something embarrassing while taking a picture of the Angel of Peace.
Friends Sushi. I had the sashimi platter and tobiko (they offered all the colors of the rainbow) with uzura on it, much to the Facebook disgust of my former classmate Raquel. It was weird tabiko as it didn't come wrapped in seaweed, but was served on scooped out lemon rind. I have to say it was better than the tabiko the next night at Tsuki, and the presentation with the cracked egg shells on top of little bits of lemon was unique.
The inside of Friends Sushi. I wasn't sure it would be kid friendly, but there was a mother and son having sushi right next to us. Eryn and Pooteewheet enjoyed the steak and chicken teriyaki, although Eryn switched with Pooteewheet when she discovered she preferred the steak. She was dubious about going, but wanted to come back the next night. I'll post about it later, but was much happier with Tsuki when we went there on Sunday night.
I took us on a final detour so I could find a four pack of Dogfish beer at a liquor store I knew to exist downtown, and in order to take Eryn past Centennial Fountain which was near the hotel I'd stayed at a few years ago when I was at an educational software conference for work. It was my belief that if she liked the Navy Pier fountain, then she'd enjoy this one as well. It was a very nice place to wind down the evening.
A beautiful picture of the fountain in panorama.
Eryn doing a ballet pose in front of the fountain. There was a big family here right before I took this picture. A bunch of relations were up from Las Vegas and they were having a great time in front of the fountain.
Eryn and Mom having a great time enjoying the end of the day.
NO MERMAIDS ALLOWED IN THE FOUNTAIN!!! Emily Windsnap would be in big trouble (Eryn's book of choice during the trip).
The fountain shoots a jet of water across the river later in the day. A wedding showed up to take pictures in saris and tuxes. Beautiful wedding party and a great place for wedding pictures.
Close up of the fountain, in case you just need some white noise for relaxing:
The fountain shooting across the river as a boat floats by. A very large speedboat (I suppose it was officially a yacht) braved the fountain later and everyone hunkered down under the rain guard to avoid getting drenched. If grins were umbrellas they would have been perfectly safe.
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