last summer before leaving for an all day beachtrip, For some reason we were asking Leah’s little brother Gabe what day it was, and he started yelling “Howie’s day!” Over and over. Howie being her awesome dog.
That day we happened to have some big plans. We had Parker and Haley in from out of town, a cooler with some beer and a football, a full day ahead of us to eat tacos, skate the Cedar post office, hike up and down Pyramid point, and make the Oneida shipwreck chillwave HQ. It was a really great time. Since then I have used the term Howie’s Day to describe/get excited for those especially ideal days hanging out with good people.
watch this video if only for the insane lighting…elephants, molotovs, and lasers are in there too.
memorial day weekend in chicago.
jumped off the Wilson pier, biked about 40 miles, drank about 47 beers, settled an island of catan for the first time, got locked in a graveyard, watched 2 dudes chug 2 das boots in about 20 seconds, watched arthur get a styrofoam cooler broken over his face while shotgunning a high life, ate a chargrilled cheeseburger with a massive slice of watermelon at the pilsen vintage BBQ, found a Spalding “Pancho Gonzalez” tennis racket in a dumpster, won a game of Cards against humanity (Kids with ass cancer/Homoerotic volleyball montage), won some Beerio Kart, scanned 5 rolls of film, showed some people the strange beauty and social insights of Skweezy Jibbs, ordered 3am Laurie’s pizza two nights in a row, all while listening to a lot of A$AP (in my head).
