And in typical "Lauren" fashion, my camera died 30 seconds after we took these few obligatory bean pictures. So we have no pictures of us walking 3.21 miles to Navy Pier, spending $16 on two hotdogs (outrageous!), people-watching for an hour, realizing that the fireworks didn't start until 10:15pm not the advertised 9:00pm, and leaving the fireworks early because we're old and wanted to catch the early train.
We've come to a mutual decision that a "date night" is better spent on a $5 Little Caesar's pizza and a movie rental. No crowds, no long lines, no cigarette smoke blown in my face, no cranky kids in strollers, no budget-blowing food prices, and most importantly, no constant need for hand sanitizer. Well, maybe just a little.
It was great to spend time together, but downtown Chicago is entirely overrated.