Leaving Boston by subway at rush hour is a mistake any time of the year. Doing so at rush hour on Halloween by heading toward Wonderland to meet friends and attend a party in Salem? That’s just fucking insane. Yet there I stood, stepping onto the Blue Line at Bowdoin on a Friday night in my pretty red lace panties and no bra. Well, not just my red lace panties; that would probably get me a trip to the police station. I al...