My camera totally broke over the weekend.
No, it’s not true.
My camera is fine, you guys. A little world-weary and showing its age around the edges, but completely functioning.
Why would I lie to you?
Here’s the thing- I may have forgotten to take a single picture over the weekend.
Like when I went to Sono Woodfired for dinner on Saturday night.
Or when I enjoyed a beer or two and a bavarian pretzel at Maifest in Lincoln Square on Sunday.
Good thing other people take pictures of these things or I’d look like a real chump.
For lack of photographic evidence of my weekend, I will instead delight you with a series of the most memorable quotes from the weekend:
“I’ve been trying to get the staff to dance, but some of them are wearing heels. And this one just won’t perform.”
“Does that guy know he’s wearing a tank top? Shh, just watch. I want to see what happens.”
“I’ll have a small, traditional stein please. No, not the Hofbrau. I’ll just take the PBR.”
“Pizza really isn’t bad for you when it’s topped with arugula. I mean, that basically makes it a salad.”
Photos or not, there’s always something to remember the weekend by.