It's the Fourth of July, getting late, and a group of us head to Primanti Bros. for dinner.  estobhan and I get our food first and head outside for a free table, because the inside was packed (In addition to being a Friday, and a national holiday, there was also a Pirates/Phillies game).

These two young ladies who had been...partaking of fermented libations, come over to ask about our ears and tails. We explain a bit about the con, and they ask if they can have their photo taken with us. Sure, why not. So their boyfriend takes some photos with his smartphone, and a few with my camera.

So this is what it's like to be a fursuiter. Random strangers, possibly drunk, come up to you and want a photo to remember, not because it's you, but for assorted animal bits you're wearing. C'est la vie.

Not a bad pic, I just hate that my back is all sweaty, from wearing my bookpack all day.

[Photo taken by unknown boyfriend of one of the women in the photo]