She told me about Skuddbutt – not just the username, but the story behind it. A nickname born from an inside joke, now a small banner for creativity, honesty, and refusing to take yourself too seriously.
There are some people who make you feel like you’ve known them for years, even if it’s only been a few hours. Gwen – known to many of you as Skuddbutt – is one of those people.
You don’t need a reason to have a good day. You just need the right person to share it with. A Day With Gwen -Skuddbutt-
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.
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. She told me about Skuddbutt – not just
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.
As the sun went down, we ended up on a bench near the river. No phones. No pressure to fill the silence. Gwen sketched something in a small notebook (she wouldn’t show me – “it’s not ready yet”) while I watched the clouds turn orange. Gwen – known to many of you as
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.