The kiddo loved it, although he was running on fumes from about the 8th pub on. He was a real trooper and stuck with it until about 11:15, when we just looked at each other and were ready to go home.

It's a lot like Christmas: It was huge fun, but we were both glad it was over, and we were both glad we wouldn't have to do it again for another year!

Here are a few more pics. Notice the lady in the first picture, taking his photo. It was like that all day. He probably had his photo taken 50 times, usually without even knowing it.

The highlight of the evening was when we were leaving a pretty rough bar. A big, huge, burly, hairy, leather-vested bikers turned to his buddy, pointed out my kid and said, "Did you see the little guy? Dude, he is bad@ss!"