Yeah, so, we went to a Halloween party on Saturday. I wore a costume: A costume that people found difficult to believe that I have never worn before.
I don’t know why it took me so long to dress up as Princess Leia, but for some reason I decided this was the year. I think I look more like Liz Lemon trying to get our of jury duty than Princess Leia, but the costume was a hit.
As for the Spawn, we only have another year or so before he starts telling us what he wants to be for Halloween. For now, we decide, and we decided for this party he would be Hobbes, and mighty, mighty good man David would be Calvin. I know, right? Clever.
Of course, the party didn’t really get started until after Game 3 of the World Series was over. Can you see how excited Calvin is that the Giants won Game 3?
Everyone was cheering and jumping up and down around him, and he couldn’t have been more bored. Actually, he was really tired. We are awful parents for keeping him up past his bedtime so we could watch a baseball game at a Halloween party.
On Sunday night, my beloved Giants swept the Tigers (Wooooooooooooooo!), and then “fans” decided to celebrate by setting the city on fire.
Oh, San Francisco, don’t ever change.
I’m not surprised. This is a town that protests when the cops kill an armed man wanted in connection with murdering a pregnant lady. True story. So, setting mattresses on fire when their team wins the World Series sounds about right to me. I debated go out to the fires myself. I have a lot of junk I need to get rid of.
What everyone is going to burn on Halloween? Hopefully, they didn’t set fire to all their mattresses.