I need to tell the story of our big bash, and last Friday's soiree at E-D & Piloto's. But I can't seem to find time to blog these days. So I'll give the Reader's Digest Condensed Life version:

Two Saturdays ago: Big party. Lots of likker consumed. Many guests of all ages, from three to forty-three. Nothing broken. Good time had by most. Guadalupe in the house.
Last Friday: Hung out at E-D's. Piloto made quesadillas with huitalcoche, a mushroom that's only available at one time of the year. He said that in Mexico eating it shows that you're from the puebla. He was so amused to find it available in cans in a supermarket in the U.S.! It was some good shit. Learned a new term: No mames.
This week: Saw the Hooterhumper's commercial. The game is "Eternal Darkness". Commercial debuts Nov. 1st on the website, Dec 1st on TV. It's hilarious. Directed by Lucky Scott, son of Ridley. Need a new name for the Hooterhumper, he doesn't hump hooters any more.

Y'see, there was this one time when he went home with a waitress from Hooter's. Actually, he went to a friend's house, and "just when he was about to stick it in," as he put it, his girlfriend knocked at the door. And kept knocking. Why he told her where he'd be when he was planning on going home with a Hooter's girl is beyond me. So she calls his cell phone from the front door, he answers it, and says he's working late. Whew! Tragedy averted, right? Hehehe... he gets back into the room where the Hooter's girl is and she's got her clothes on. "Was that your girlfriend?" she asked. "Uhhh.. it's kind of a weird situation," he replied, meaning that obviously he didn't love her enough to avoid cheating on her. "I'm not stupid," said Hooterette, "Lose my number." And out she went.

So you see, he never really was the Hooterhumper. Maybe I'll call him "Spoo in the Shoe". You don't EVEN wanna hear that story.