After I went to San Jose and drove back, with all the super safe pitcher-takin', my wee-est brother, Dave, came to visit.
That's his wee-ness in the middle, partially obscured by Spencer's need to be the center of attention at all times.
Dave has a pathological love of soft serve. He saw this sign and had a psychotic break from reality.
Turns out they actually have 49 flavors. His reality broke some more.
We went to a salmon festival, because for some strange and unknown reason a lot of people apparently like salmon, and these awesome musicians played what is possibly my favorite song ever. Adia makes a guest appearance in the bottom left corner.
Then we headed out to the beach to have a bonfire and the last s'mores of summer. The Last S'mores of Summer. That sounds like a GREAT movie.
We have not yet had the first s'mores of fall; we have not yet begun to eat!
Wee Dave sang a song he wrote himself, and I captured part of it for the generations of emo kids yet to come.
And then Spencer and Dave attempted Jack Johnson. Keep in mind this was a spur-of-the-moment-on-the-beach-with-Rebecca's-guitar-that-she-still-can't-play-but-it's-okay-because-she's-busy-eating-s'mores thing.
You should also know that the whole "break it down" thing is a joke. It's funny if you know Spencer's joking. Mostly just stupid if you think he's serious.
And then Dave went home to San Luis Obispo, where there are no clouds and no one has ever heard of the color green and everyone is sad.
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