Androo is absolutely appalling, and I mean that in the kindest way (he likes that word). What a dear friend...he's been in my life since I first moved to Reno a hundred years ago. Our story began with an appalling production of Dracula, hidden bottles of liquor in various bushes, and too many other shennanigans to name. He babysat me through my first trip to Burning Man. He and Misty throw the most fabulous parties on the planet. His children are gorgeous; I would steal them if I weren't so busy with my own. If it weren't for him I would probably be completely lost by now, clutching a bottle of Jamesons in the gutter somewhere...wait, I think we actually did that a couple of times together. Never mind.