We left the hotel later than planned and then had to wind around foreverland to find a gas station in the outskirts of St. Louis. Then off to the temple grounds for some rainy photos (yup more rain) before going downtown to hang out at the arch. 630' of metallic, shiney, archiness which my traveling companions chose to go up into while I dutifully stayed on the wet green grass and held the bags from the gift shopping they had done.
Then, at about midnight we pulled up to a waffle house where we laughed our heads off from sleep deprivation. Charles the waffle master, and Rita the fab waitress were kind and midwestern as they served us. Yummy food and then off to the hotel another 30 miles away. A guard walking the premises and beer-bellied guests hanging out near their cars around the bend made us even more giddy as we checked in and laughed until we passed out around 2 am.