baseball!! monday, mid-afternoon greg sends me an instant message at work and asks if i want to go to a red sox game. silly question. because his bff has some extra tickets from work. free tickets? double silly question. i haven't been to fenway park since my 3rd day living in boston:
you know, back when gluten and i were still friends.
so we hop on the T, make our way down to fenway, and meet justin at the gate. i didn't even glance at the ticket i was handed, i was focused on making it through the purse check with my water bottle and gf backup snacks intact. next thing i know, we take a sharp left and up the nearest set of stairs we go.....shit.
we were headed for the suites, and i wore jorts...whoops....
yep, those were the faces we made once we opened the door.
there was quite the snack selection: pizza and chicken fingers and ceasar salad and all kinds of beer and baseball hat sundaes....
as usual, i ended up with an eclectic mix: chips&salsa, popcorn, chardonay, and a hat full of reeses pieces...
realistically, that sounds like a single-girl-dinner kinda night
as the night cooled down, we opened the giant window, and i finally paid attention to the game.
i may have been watching it through the bottom of my wine glass though :D
we talked about how cool it would be to have seats on the green monsta {to the right of greg's face}
as we were leaving, we stumbled upon this gem, and i'm kinda jealous i didn't hop in {but was also genuinely concerned greg would drive off in it}
finally, we made it back to the T, and i sat on the back stairs for the ride home. in my jorts. with my smuggled tin of that stale, weird, but oh so delicious movie theater/ball park popcorn. with this knee level view from the green line:
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