As former residents of the great state of Wisconsin, we were delighted about our stop in Milwaukee. The Pabst Theatre is a grand, sprawling place, and we quite enjoyed frolicking around the swingin’ bachelor pad in the basement. Cheers to you, Milwaukee!
These chairs are on the rider.
Stephin, the crossword puzzle, and an enormous squishy thing.
We put Neil to work as soon as he arrived, poor thing. Here is he is, tweeting away.
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Photo and commentary by John Woo
Stephin and Shirley had lunch at the Safe House. Here, Stephin makes like a spy.
To exit the restaurant, one had to walk down a series of secret passageways.
Big Pete, this one's for you. Chip found us at the merch booth, isn't that lovely?
Girls from Madison love to admire their beers.
Speaking of beer, here are my new best friends who brought us a Spotted Cow. Three cheers for the internet!
Jesse Lee brought Mike scones from Lazy Jane's, which in turn brought him to tears.
Steph, seen here in her Orch-Folk finest, baked us cupcakes AND an almond cake. We bow deeply to her efforts.
The cupcakes were delicious.
Another spaceship looming overhead.
We were at the Pabst, after all.
I told this boy that he could woo someone with a copy of Holiday. Agree or disagree?
Orch-Folk, with bump.
Oh, and then the band played. Right after they took their shrinking pills.
They played inside a giant fireplace.
We paparazzied Sam after the show.
Neil was drinking something that tasted like an alcoholic cookie. We'd promised him frozen custard, and this drink was the closest he got. Apologies, Neil, apologies.
Claudia, somehow still awake.
The Good Hair picture, plus the Claudia Cam.
Beers this big are a little scary. Dan is doing the 'Hapsburg chin,' or something.
This is the menu. Here are the basics: beer, sausage.
Radishes. See, sometimes we're healthy.
The fist bump of love.
There are even more pictures coming, dears. Stephin pretending to be a spy! More snacking! Stay tuned. We are currently about three hours from Bloomington. More to come.
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