Game 3 c/o McKenna's

Last Saturday Ak and I met up and went on over to McKenna's to watch the third game of the World Series. We expected a challenge when it came to getting seats, so we got there a good hour before the game was to start. This was a wise move, except that the game was then delayed an hour, which meant a lot of quality time at the bar. We shared wings, which were good and I ordered half a cheesesteak, which didn't have half as much cheese as I would have liked. Ak also had cheese fries that she said hit the spot. We also drank $8 pitchers of Budweiser.

The game did eventually start, and I thought that this Philly might need a sip of beer. It didn't help.
I developed a very, very strong dislike of Pettite's face. This is me smooshing his face out of the picture. I also started calling him things like 'stupid fucking face go home mgee.' That, also, didn't seem to help the Phillies all that much.
I think we're into our third pitcher by this point, maybe just the second?
At one point there was a blinking spider to play with. It was Halloween after all. I do not care about Halloween, but the spider was cool.
The bar gave us all free shots of blood, or some sort of cranberry vodka concoction.
Ak and I liked them, the shots, and the bartendress.

While the night was entirely enjoyable (except for maybe the drunken 50+ local dudes who were, at first, interesting to speak to but, as the night went on, far less interesting and more annoying and wasted-face) on a social/eating/drinking level, the fact that the Phillies lost was not as pleasant. I mean, I am a fairweather fan, so only truly enjoy it when the team whose bandwagon I have jumped on, actually wins, which, you know, didn't happen that night...or last night. Sad face.

More Rain, Soup and Costumes

After my walk I returned home, futzed for a bit, then went over to Ak's and A2's for a good amount of tv-watching (I no longer have television, if you can believe it) and 17 Again. Once the moving pictures part of my evening was complete, I headed over to J. and J.'s for a little soup and conversation. The soup, I think, was lentil with pumpkin (but maybe I'm making up the pumpkin part?). Driving to their place was treacherous, as the rain had gone from steady to torrential in the hours after my walk, and Kelly Drive was verging on flooded.
S. took a few photographs with the camera.

Limoncello was consumed.
S. is going to be a storm trooper for Halloween, while N. is going to be Batman. S. thought was in high spirits and quite enjoyed running around with the cape. As he should have.
It was worth braving the rain and, upon my return, the 45 minute search for a parking space (stupid Eastern State Penitentiary scare-fest, why must you make my neighborhood's parking situation any more perplexing than it already is?) for the company of J. and J. and N. and S. Maybe I should paint my room today.

Halloween

C. and M. threw a Halloween party out in the 'burbs. L. and I went. I didn't really know the other guests but the lovely hostesses put out quite a nice spread, which included cheese, artichoke dip, puff pastry brie (technically part of the whole 'cheese' category), pumpkin risotto, roasted pork and roasted turkey (or chicken?).
There were also cookies, cupcakes and a lot of booze. Since I drove, and wasn't planning on staying the night, mine was a sober holiday. My costume was me in nice regular clothes and a trucker's hat...there was writing on the hat, it said: "Beneath this cap is a winner". So....I dressed up as a winner for Halloween. So there.

I was, at one point, struck by hearing married couples discuss how lucky they were to be married and their shared opinions of what the 'secret' to getting married is. It boiled down to 'you just know' and 'the time has to be right' and 'be yourself' (this they discussed with each other, it wasn't really one of those married couples speaking to single girls kind of conversations, this is what made it that much funnier). While I think being yourself is a big part of most good things in life (unless you're unbearable, then it's really better to keep it to yourself) but I think those other two statements are so easily formed in retrospect. Like the narrative of their relationships wouldn't be as valid or true if it didn't start or end like that.
Thanks C. and M. for the lovely dishes.. Oh! And I met one of their friends who is big into Twilight and I think I'm jumping onto her Twilight, the movie, bandwagon. Though I don't think any thing good will come of watching this movie. Unless...is swooning considered good or bad these days?

Halloween Preemptive Party

So a friend or two held a little Halloween party complete with Laffy Taffy jokes and a keg.
The boyfriend dressed up as a hipster (his hat reads: "God, Guns and Guts Made America, Let's Keep It That Way") that has been beat up.
I dressed up as a Russian lady from a long time ago. Suggestions of my name included Anna Karenina or Anastasia. Really I was just wearing a funny hat and a dress from a high school winter formal. Ugh, the word "formal" makes me feel kind of gross on the inside. Others dressed up as their boyfriends, bees, lady bugs, a liberal arts course catalogue and shady hat wearing types.
Thanks to the lady in the car who helped us with that cheeseburger thing. And if any of you don't like your face being up and around (if you even read this which, actually, I don't think you do) tell me and I'll attempt to put a bowling ball over your visage.