A few of us decided to pay the exorbitant fee to attend our 5 year high school reunion at a bar in Chicago.  We decided to eat at a nearby Mexican restaurant.  In the back left is Maureen, Anjali's friend from Northwestern who did not go to our high school, but pretended to be married to Mike.

We saw this giant thing (the real name created too many Google hits on frank) drive by a few times during the night.

I drove Cynthia and Mike, so they had to pose for a picture while waiting for the others.

Mike looking suave in front of a pole.

Mike rescuing Anjali from having to talk to somebody she didn't remember.

There were these hats in the bar that we stole.

We didn't know the other person was sticking out their tongue.  I guess this means we're doomed to be friends for life.

Terrance and Mike

Jason and Terrance -- doesn't he look happier now that I've got my arm around him?

I guess we thought the field of view was smaller.