Add in perfect weather. Sunny and 87 with a slight breeze. Sure that'll do.
Combine that with some very type-A pre-planning. So you know you have everything covered. Because a tailgate just isn't the same if you forget the grill and brats, or the coolers and beer. But don't stress too much the day of. You'll inevitably forget something. Like plates. Who was supposed to bring plates? Fuck it. We'll eat out of our hands.
Put on AC/DC's Thunderstruck. Grab a few beers. And enjoy the greatest classic rock drinking song that was ever created. Repeat.
Talk. About old times and new jobs. About new babies and old age. Talk about everything.
Drink. A lot. Or a little. Or none at all. Whatever is your style. We welcome everyone.
Knock over a few lawn chairs. Because they are just in the way. All the time, apparently.
Hug it out. Because you are so happy to see these people it hurts. But don't get too excited, because you'll just fall over those lawn chairs again.
Go to the baseball game. Eventually.
To my dear friends in this photo.
Thank you. I love you. And we are for damn sure doing that again next year.