Friday night, Stef surprised me with tickets to a Red Sox game for my brithday. We were all set to go out to dinner with Uncle Jay & Aunt Kristen, when bam!, I was hit with the tickets that everyone else knew about except me. We had Green Monster seats, which is obviously the best place ever to watch a baseball game. The game was absolutely wretched (as we had to endure three hours of Bartolo Colon), but we had an awesome time – except for Stef making me wear the stupid LED lightup Red Sox hat. Lame.

Perhaps the highlight of the evening was this guy – who, aside from having an awesome hat, decided to eat his Fenway Frank with a pocket knife. Good lord.