The day after Halloween '06.  This year pretty much sucked, too.  I did nothing that would resemble a normal 10.31 for me.  No parties.  No illegal activities.  No concert w/ my band.  Nada.  Instead (and this was fun in it's own right), I took the little ones out trick or treating.  Had it not been 20 degrees, it might have been a *tad* more enjoyable.  C'est la vie.  Now onto the most memorable portion of the evening:  My mom came over w/ her signature vat o' chili.  This is GOOOOOD chili.  And it being cold outside - this was the perfect night for it.  I digress.  So, the kids eat before going out, and I decide to wait until after we return.  About halfway through, mom decides she's too cold, and goes back to the house w/ the 1 1/2 year old.  Well, apparently she fed him as much candy as he could fit in his little mouth.  I didn't think about this, until it was too late.  As I sat in the recliner, enjoying a bowl of chili, he sat in my lap, drinking his milk...readying for bed.  Then, before I know what is happening I am witnessing something out of The Exorcist.  He PROJECTILE pukes the entire contents of his, now way overstuffed, stomach all over me.  Next thing I know, my entire left side is covered in a warm, brown, disgusting mixture of chocolate and chili - which somehow has retained it's color properties.  Mind you, I'm still in the process of eating my own bowl.  Long, vomitous story short, I somehow manage to quell my INSTANT reflex to let forth w/ my own spray of vomit, and manage to get upstairs to summon a change of clothes.  (Just thinking about it makes my cheeks tingle and brow sweat).

So there you have it.  My Halloween 2006 story.  And to think that a year ago, and the year prior, and the year prior, etc, etc I was on a stage - yelling into my microphone.  I hope this isn't a sign of change.