October 31

Mr and Mrs Bluth survived one of the least survivable holidays. I guess, at the end of the day, it's not so much what you are celebrating--it's with whom.

A few of our firsts.

--Mr and Mrs Bluth volunteered to make homemade root beer for the ward Halloween party. Bought the root beer extract, sugar and started mixing. For some reason, the brand of root beer that we used does not add any artificial coloring. So the root beer looked kind of like watered-down cream soda. But it still had plenty of sugar and dry ice, so it tasted just fine.

--Mr and Mrs Bluth also dressed up in a costumes couple. Neither of us are huge Halloween aficionados. Actually it is a tiny bit of an annoyance for both of us. Mr Bluth just isn't plain creative enough and gets grossed out by gore. Mrs Bluth gets startled easily. Nevertheless, the Bluths dressed ourselves up as Salt and Pepper (the seasonings, not the 90's R&B trio Salt-N-Pepa). Because he's the salt to my pepper. The apple to my pie. The smoke to my high.

--Mr and Mrs Bluth went to their first married couple Halloween party. A married couple Halloween party is very different from a singles/Provo party. This party increased our desire to participate more in the festivities and we are determined to be more creative next year. Hopefully in one year we can come up with a costume that is clever, easy to wear, and that requires little preparation to make (oh, and cheap).

And now to conclude this post with a little poem that describes what is currently happening in Chicago.

What is this?
The cold air whips as it passes
This is. . .
When the city gets more and more
nippy for the masses.

Has it already arrived?
This weather that,
Harshly and Hopelessly,
Forces us to cover up.
But summer was short lived.