Homesick McFly

Marty has been missing more and more good ol' 1985 Hill Valley.  Luckily, throughout the day, he's been able to see some things that have cheered him up.

He saw a poster of that time period on the wall at my school, and decided to do a pose.  He imitated himself in the poster perfectly.

And, then he saw the Pepsi Perfect that arrived in the mail for my brother-in-law, and remembered how he ordered one on the 21st, but never got a chance to drink it... so he drank this one, and totally loved it... my brother-in-law, on the other hand, I knew wouldn't be quite as pleased (when I explained to Marty that only 6,500 people on the entire planet were able to order one of these, he looked at me, shocked (he thought they were a dime a dozen here, that Pepsi Perfect flowed from public drinking fountains and kitchen faucets.  That you could take a bath in it if you wanted).  Anywho, we filled it up with regular Pepsi and put it back in the box... shhh, don't tell).

We had a blast.  After a day of bonding over hijinks and shenanigans, Marty McFly was back on his feet again.

Mischief managed! (Okay, wrong series... but, I'll have to introduce it to him while he's still in town - we'll have ourselves a little movie marathon, and maybe he can take the books back with him, read them more than a decade before they were written - that'll only skew the space time continuum a tiny bit, right?  No big d.)