TIME TO RIDE

Oh! I just got it! Time to Ride because, you know, Broncos. You ride them. And team spirit, and communion with fellow fans, and shiznit. Oh my goodness! I feel like I'm a part of something, riding along with thousands of Coloradans west towards the Rockies under a blue and orange sunset while I hold on for dear life as a massive beast freaks and bucks underneath me... Team spirit guys. Team spirit... 

I should actually write something here once in a while. Stay tuned. 

In Which Trystan and His Buddies Go to Prom

So. Prom is a thing. And my brother participated. And these are all the pictures I went along to take with my mother's camera. So I will share them with the world on this blog. You're welcome. (How about that grammar usage?)

Gretchen drove up in her Porsche. So classy. 

Random dude. 

I don't know these people. 

Suburban mothers can be scary. Just saying.

I don't know these people either.

She's just so cool.

Behold, the fat thighs.

Gah, they're the coolest buddies ever.

Take off your glasses, Carly, and spit out your gum. 'Cause here comes your mum.

Man, I love this kid. Man.

Dino seatbelt belt.

You just had to be there.

Don't know these people either.