The last few days have been a whirlwind.  Last night, The Best Friend™ and I got all dressed up (and I got made up) and partied our asses off at a Halloween party downtown.  There was much drinking, there was much fun, and there was even Game Three of the World Series playing on the big screen so I could watch my Sox win last night, much to the dismay of 99.999% of the people in the place.  Photographic evidence, as always, is available here. 

Nine hours from now, The Best Friend™ and I will be sitting inside Coors Field as my Red Sox will (hopefully — please, please, please whatever baseball deities exist) sweep the Rockies and I will (again hopefully — please, please, please whatever baseball deities exist) actually be present for a Red Sox World Series victory.  To actually be in the house for a Red Sox World Series game is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I couldn’t pass up, and to be actually be there when they full-on win the World Series would be a once-in-10,000-lifetimes opportunity, so despite the fact that I’m fully in enemy territory and paid way too damn much for these tickets, I am hoping beyond hope my boys can pull it off tonight.