You can learn a lot playing tennis with old guys. That's how I came to appreciate the versatility of the fist bump, a gesture that transcends age, class, and NTRP rating. Don't know how to greet a co-worker IRL? Spot a micro-celebrity but don't want to be weird about it? Skip side hugs and just say no to a limp bro shake. Opt for the bump.
Celebrate the little things in life, give it a little fist pump to the air. Bonus points if you also let out a little “yessss”. Remember little is key. Don’t be that person going full fist to the sky You got this people 👊
I always liked hiking but never truly 'got' it. Then I went to the Southwest and zen'd out on some desert-y trails (Seven Falls in Tucson for those keeping track at home). Here, during January, you can experience every season in the span of an hour while observing roadrunners in their natural habitat. It's eerily silent and, when it's all said and done, you're hungry enough to eat 10 plates of enchiladas.
There was a time when dessert innovations just made sense (Dippin' Dots be damned). Some people view frozen custard as ice cream's plain midwestern cousin, but it packs a real punch—dense and rich with a heavy mouthfeel, it's an ultra-dairy antidote for the alt milk era. You can even turn it upside down without consequence.