There's really no accounting for taste, is there. Here we find Ryan and Stu throwing caution and rumor to the wind, dressing twinlike and slamming themselves into our spot du jour, the updated Ravenswood wall.
And then these guys don't dress alike at all! But they're happy, aren't they? Cutie pie fuckers stalking the season's biggest surprise in the sunlight. Piotrowski pow-wow.
Elsewhere, Ryan's board caught the ugly end of his shoe drop. Extreme focus.
But don't think for a second that happy faces are all we share. Lest we be called gleeful assholes! Here Dan and Dave model miens slightly thuggier during one more Ravenswood party. And hoo boy did Ryan get himself a trick, and so did his board live to see another day! Let's go camping!
Ryan and Jackson and I made an early run out to Roselle today, bailing completely on a standing agreement with a some others for a nightcap (some of us, it seems, have jobs?). Then this black storm of death came at us from the west, heaving mightily into view before sobbing upon us like a heartbroken sow. The winds did whip. The kids did scurry. And we packed it in and made for the Portillos in Bloomingdale.
There's really no accounting for taste, is there. Here we find Ryan and Stu throwing caution and rumor to the wind, dressing twinlike and slamming themselves into our spot du jour, the updated Ravenswood wall.
And then these guys don't dress alike at all! But they're happy, aren't they? Cutie pie fuckers stalking the season's biggest surprise in the sunlight. Piotrowski pow-wow.
Elsewhere, Ryan's board caught the ugly end of his shoe drop. Extreme focus.
But don't think for a second that happy faces are all we share. Lest we be called gleeful assholes! Here Dan and Dave model miens slightly thuggier during one more Ravenswood party. And hoo boy did Ryan get himself a trick, and so did his board live to see another day! Let's go camping!
