So after tonight, the party's over.
This time tomorrow, whether the All Blacks have won or lost, and let's all pray to the rugby gods that it's a win, it will be time to take the flags off the cars, the signs off the windows and the bunting off the shops.
The plastic waka and The Cloud (unless they keep it, as the Herald on Sunday tipped last week) will be just a memory by Christmas. But, hopefully, the spirit of fun and optimism and goodwill will remain.
Haven't the past six weeks just been fabulous? Even dyed-in-the-wool, anti-rugby people started coming round by the end of this Rugby World Cup.
People like my fellow columnist Wendyl Nissen. One sighting in the wild of the Argentinian rugby team at Wellington Airport and there was a chink in her armour. Then, when she discovered the gracious, articulate captain of the Argentinian team was a doctor, she was hooked - and stayed watching even after her doctor went home.