so i got a call from an old friend last night. i used to live with aaron in college ... wait, let me rephrase that ... aaron and i were roommates in college. both DOG-JOYS alums. anyway, he was kind enough to give us a call to check the baby status. i think he was a little disappointed that i didn't get around to dressing up for halloween. he was pretty excited about the pregnant nun idea. (i also considered the pregnant cheerleader or the pregnant brittany spears. pretty much pick any costume and add pregnant to it and becomes twice as funny.)anyway, i didn't do any of that.

aaron, however, had a helluva halloween! i can't even do it justice. let's just say he ended up hanging out with a drunken hunter s. thompson. actually, do i even need to add the modifier there? i mean, this IS hunter s. thompson we're talking about here ... anyway, thompson stumbles into a tiny colorado bar in the middle of a wicked snow storm, wearing pajamas and some bright orange shooting glasses, hollering something about wanting a "fucking chicken burrito". so aaron wisely started buying the guy more beer. atta boy. this is the sort of thing that only happens to aaron ... i can't explain why. it's just the order of the universe, i suppose.