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.
Somewhere between a broken claw machine and a really good pretzel, I realized: this is what people mean when they talk about easy joy. Not big moments. Just… being with someone who lets you be weird. A Day With Gwen -Skuddbutt-
We met at a tiny café that Gwen insisted had “the best oat milk lattes this side of nowhere.” She wasn’t wrong. She arrived five minutes early (a miracle, she later admitted) wearing a hoodie two sizes too big and a pair of boots that looked like they’d walked through three different decades. So here’s to Gwen
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. If you ever get a day with your
I recently had the chance to spend a full day in Gwen’s world. No schedules, no pressure. Just coffee, conversation, and whatever chaos the universe decided to throw at us.