So here’s to Gwen. Here’s to Skuddbutt. And here’s to more days with no plan, bad air hockey, and friends who feel like home. If you ever get a day with your own “Gwen” – hold on to it. Take pictures. Take notes. And definitely let them pick the coffee spot.
Gwen has this rule: “If there’s no plan, anything is possible.” So after lunch, we wandered into a used bookstore, a random craft fair, and eventually an arcade where she absolutely destroyed me at air hockey. Her victory dance is now permanently etched into my memory. A Day With Gwen -Skuddbutt-
Driving home, I couldn’t stop smiling. Not because anything extraordinary happened. But because Gwen reminded me of something easy to forget: So here’s to Gwen
The first hour was just talking . Not the small kind. The real kind. We jumped from childhood cartoons to existential dread to whether a hot dog is a sandwich (Gwen says yes, but only if you’re brave enough to admit it). If you ever get a day with your
As the sun went down, we ended up on a bench near the river. No phones. No pressure to fill the silence. Gwen sketched something in a small notebook (she wouldn’t show me – “it’s not ready yet”) while I watched the clouds turn orange.