But now the days are getting shorter, and the nights are getting chilly. Millions of tiny hearts are breaking at the prospect of going back to school. The leaves haven't changed yet, but it's coming. Mark my words. The season is dying.
...and what better way to send it off than with ONE LAST HURRAH???
That's RIGHT Nexus fam! You thought this whole post was gonna be a bummer??
YOU. THOUGHT. WRONG.
We're getting the whole Nexus together for the most time honored of late-summer traditions:
BACKYARD BARBECUE.
Think grad parties. Think labor day. Think corn on the cob, sizzling meats, coolers JAM PACKED WITH LIBATIONS, and that weird side salad your aunt does that nobody really likes. Like, come on lady. You always end up taking most of it home.
JUST THINK: The Council of Dads all playing backseat pitmaster to one another, arguing endlessly over coal arrangement and seasoning blends.
What are you doing? We've got cornhole. We've got horseshoes. We've got Kan Jam. We've got kiddie pools and a Slip-n-Slide. Tasteless "tiki-themed" bar? You better believe it. We've even rented a bouncy house.
Come on down to the Pocket Space of Erebus, where we've been RELENTLESSLY LANDSCAPING to make sure the sod is soft and green for your enjoyment.
Bring your friends: this is a whole-neighborhood affair.
See you there! <3 Lychwood
