I was home alone. I got my first trick'o'treaters around 6:45. My neighbors: little Jack and Sarah. Sarah was glass-slipper stage Cinderella. Jack was a monkey. Then a pirate and princess came to my door. But then I turned off the porchlight and took off. I kinda felt like a jerk. I went to the coffeehouse and read. Came home. Walked the dog. Ate clam chowder. Drank a Sam Adams. Watched Papelbon on Letterman. I was feeling Boston-y.
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1) We never get trick or treaters, so we stopped trying.
2) PAPELBON WAS ON LETTERMAN?! Damnit!
3) At work, I dressed up as J. Edgar Hoover. When people would ask me HOW I was dressed up as him, I would pull out panty hose and a necklace from my pocket.
4) I'm going as ESPN to a party this Saturday.
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