My "little" brother and I took in the sights of our beloved Chicago a few weeks ago. If I was to move anywhere back up north, it would be to that windy, fabulous city. And, if I could manage it, I would take him with me and keep him in my closet.
Our train ride into the city. He looks so... normal. Attractive even. You agree?
This picture is a reminder that ALL are God's children. Even the ugly ones.
Your friend in CAGO.
This was taken after walking in the wrong direction for 5 or so blocks in 22 degree heat. I pleaded with him before saying, "Do NOT, do NOT ask me if we are going in the right direction. Is that map in Chinese?" Although great at stringing beads and sitting still, I am hopeless with city grids and arriving at destinations.
Our second or third Starbucks purchase of the day. Get while the getting is good I always say.
Taken at an amazing Thai restaurant near Lake Michigan. My wide eyes tell the story of copious amounts of caffeine ingested.
Culturing him is no easy tusk.
The 95th Floor of the John Hancock building at night. What was supposed to be a blinding flash of light against the glass in hopes of a shot of the city turned out to be a pretty cool picture of Mr. GQ himself.
And on your left, kids, is a pervert.
Winding down and finding our way to Union Station. The ending to a successful, relaxing day in the city with one of my favorite guys, ever.