Kris just left to go on his annual group he-man woman haters camping/cave trip. And sometimes, if they’re lucky, the boy who started it all flies out from the West Coast to join them. We just love us some Gonzo. (Melodie – you may not get him back!) 🙂
There are plenty of lol-worthy images* below, circa oh I dunno, 1995-ish? I made this collage for G when he moved back out to California that year. Sweet huh? I’m willing to embarrass us with this, simply because HOW YOUNG we all look trumps any bad fashion or hair choices. Oh, and sweet Bodie makes an appearance as well.
*scrunchy on the arm, that one pic where I have eyebrows for days, Gonzo in his paisley boxers, Kris’ mirrored shades, G channeling Errol Flynn, Kris trying to look “hard”, my huurrrr face, the futon with the mexican blanket, etc. But I didn’t really need to point all that out, did I?)