Fikrad IM'ed me earlier. She informed me that gin was on the dinner menu, and it would be served dirty (i.e. with a smattering of olive juice).

A dirty martini. Specifically, a dirrrrrrrrty martini. Hey, I've got the perfect new name for this drink.

The Xtini

What's the best we can say?

"At least they didn't choke as badly as the A's and the Cubs."

Some condolence.

Wait 'til next year. Again.

Well at least I've been conditioned to this sort of thing for a good twenty-five years now. And so winter begins, months earlier than expected.