I forgot to mention that in that dream I described in yesterday’s post, I also went around giving everyone that hand signal where you brush the tips of your fingers under your chin and sweep them out, which I think is supposed to be like flipping them the bird in another language. So, in the dream, anytime I was talking to anyone I would end it by, basically, giving them the finger. I am rude even in my wildest dreams.

Guess what?! The Sox WON LAST NIGHT! Yeeeeehaaaaaaw! They came out high energy from the get-go, it was one of those games where you can just tell who’s going to win. Obviously, Beckett did a damn fine job keeping the Indians to only one run, definitely deserves MVP so far in this series. He’s not a very good-looking boy, but he throws a mean baseball. We watched the first three innings or so while playing trivia at the Graveyard with the Canadians. We did better at trivia than we have all month, got up to 84 points, and STILL came in 6th! Apparently all the other teams also did well. The questions took some thought, but not quite as much random and obscure knowledge as in weeks past.

In other news, Ray has been extremely irritating today. First, she talks about nachos, thereby inspiring a nacho-craving, and then she starts sending emails with Meatloaf lyrics all afternoon. We’re getting divorced.

So, on to the weekend. First of all, since we have no firm plans for the evening I could not convince Dice to leave early today. So I will work up until normal time, go to the gym, and then go home and try to figure out what to do with ourselves for the evening. Of course, that really means what to eat for dinner, natch. There is beer club which we could go to, but I won’t last very long after staying up until all hours watching the Red Sox last night, not to mention the fact that I am cranky to boot, and anxious about getting everything done this weekend. So, to put it another way, I ain’t such good company. However, an evening out with hubby would certainly be lovely. And by “evening out” I really mean “dinner someplace cheap, then watch TV in our pajamas.” Man, we are HOT for a Friday night! So old!

Not nearly as old as Dave, though. Happy birthday, Dave! Try not to trip on your cane when you walk out the door!

Speaking of age, I knew I was old today when I saw this guy who works on my floor standing next to the coffee maker. I swear to GOD he is still in high school. He doesn’t look a DAY over 16. My first thought was, “hunh, he must be an intern,” and then I realized that he was a full time worker and that I, in fact, am just old.

Anyway, that was rambly. Back to the weekend! Tomorrow morning Ray and I will run a 6-mile loop around Grant Park to complete my Fall Challenge (technically it will go over, since I only have 5.8 miles left and I’m going to the gym today). Then Dice, Ray and I are going shopping for a bunch of stuff, mostly things we need for our various trips, but also things we need just in general. Then later we will all make dinner and play boardgames. Or, more precisely, I will lose at boardgames while I fake playing because I’m really paying attention to Game 6 of the ALCS, otherwise known as “The Game Where Red Socked Players from Boston Kick Some Injun Ass. Again.” Sunday will be our last F1 meetup! The very last Formula 1 race for the season! It’s in Brazil, and it’s airing at noon, which is a hell of a lot better than 8:00 am. Should be a lot of people there, and it should be a good time. Also: thank goodness for no more F1 until March!

I was thinking today how ironic it is that I will be in London next week while my old friend Guy will be getting married outside Paris. Guy and I went to high school together, but our families were friends long before that. I think the story is that his father and my father were either in the navy together, or both in the armed services and got out and the same time. Anyway, apparently Guy and I used to play together as toddlers, then never saw each other again until we became friends in high school, and then we went off to college and pretty much never saw each other again except for once or twice. So, it’s not like we’re bosom buddies or anything. But still, he’s gettin’ hitched in Europe, and some of our other mutual friends from high school are going to be there, too. You’d think they could stop off in London and hang out with me on their way! I wish. One of the most disappointing aspects of my life is that I live so far from family and friends. I value the fact that I’ve gotten the chance to explore our country and broaden my horizons, but it doesn’t change that fact that I miss home, and the people who live there, very much. Thank technology for email! At any rate: best wishes, Guy! Have a beautiful wedding!

And that concludes my deep thoughts for the day. Please carry on.

Fall Challenge: 124.2/5.8 miles and 4/0 classes.