Steve and Darla: they’re fabulous, they’re strange, they’re reproducing, and I got it all on film (figuratively speaking).
We strolled around downtown Glendale… by which I mean I hobbled along, trying not to die a terrible death while attempting to navigate cobblestone streets on crutches, while they did their best to not to laugh at my general physical ineptitude. We found some cool backdrops, some funky benches (I have a huge photography boner for funky benches), and eventually settled on the back patio of The Gaslight Inn and spent the rest of the evening doing our best to try everything on their extensive fancy beer menu.
Well, not Darla. She had a Sprite. Because fetuses ruin all your fun like that.