[post name redacted to protect the innocent]

Eric had already gone to bed. Jon and I just got home from work. Ryan told us that [redacted] was on his way back from LA. None of us had seen [redacted] since March since he's been on the West Coast on the yellowball Verb tour for 6 months. As we're trying to figure out how he'll actually get to our house, we hear an airhorn from outside. “There's no way he drove the Yellowball semi here.”

We hurry outside to see this:


And this:

[redacted] pulled up in the truck by himself. one of the best entrances i've seen in a long time.


truck from behind.

when you sit in this truck, you sit 8 feet off the ground, higher than most semi-trucks. there are only 50 of these on the road.


[redacted] quickly switches to story mode, his default. eric still waking up.


we eventually unloaded his stuff from the truck.


papa [redacted] passed around gifts for everyone.


catching up in the living room.


being hungry, we decided to take the ole truck out for a bite to eat. i wish i was really able to drive it.


the dashboard.


[redacted] really driving it. you should have seen that beast navigating residential wheaton roads.


ryan hanging out in the back with his sweet new verb headband.


the truck parked next to jon's mini van at Los Burritos. jon drove separately so we could drop the truck off at a hotel in naperville and still have a ride home.


they were about to close, so we got our orders to-go and ate in the parking lot outside. L to R: jon, jay, [redacted], ryan.


cruising in the truck, inciting truck-envy from all the state workers in smaller trucks cleaning up the flood mess.


i dont know if you can tell how high we are off the ground there.

after dropping off the truck in naperville, we headed back home. but on the way, we saw...


a fox.


sorry the quality is terrible. i had to adjust the settings to even make the fox visible.


after chasing it for awhile, we headed home.


[redacted], excited to be in a home, rather than a hotel room.