May. 15th, 2012

I've been up since six because after a mere five hours of sleep my brain decided to yell "LET'S BE AWAKE NOW :D" at an ungodly hour, and I am bone tired after a long day and it was rainy and my jeans got soaked up to my knees and the left sleeve of my rain jacket was so saturated from water my arm was damp when I took my coat off when I finally trudged through the door at 8:30PM but fuck it all, today was glorious and wonderful and perfect.

I got to see a Sox game with my twin brother and my friends. As in, actually at Fenway. I haven't been to Fenway since I was eight or ten, but BU was offering tickets to tonight's game as part of Senior Week festivities, so weeks ago I said screw it, I'mma going to see the Sox.

I managed to snag another ticket so I could bring my bro along, but it was for standing room only on the first base pavilion and the other BU tickets (one of which was mine when I originally bought it) were for right field bleacher seats. Not too worry - as section 42 was effectively BU territory, myself, my brother, and my friends merely blithely sauntered into the section, compared tickets to see who had gotten the best row, found said row, and snagged seats a good thirty minutes before first pitch at 4:05PM.

(We were four seats down the row from the Red Seat. Score!)

It was glorious. Rainy, but glorious. My brother sat quietly for the most part - he's probably more introverted than I am, and he busy watching baseball - but did respond when I poked him to verify his status as "alive," and wasn't bothered much by the rain since he had a jacket with a proper hood. My bestie and I occasionally had to huddle under my umbrella when the misty showers turned into proper rain, but the rain let up finally at the top of the ninth, which was awesome.

I had so much fun. Again, section 42 of the right field bleachers had essentially become de facto BU territory and I saw a lot of people I knew. Smart-ass comments were thrown around a lot during the game by myself and others in the rows around us, mostly about the game itself and sometimes about the people around us.

"Beckett's ERA is going down!"
"Anything is better than his last outing."
"Looks like he's on the way to securing a shut out, anyway."
"Yeah, Beckett is, but what happens when middle relief comes in?" (This was me.)
"Crap."
"Yeah."
"On the bright side, Beckett's pitch count is still low, so he might be good for seven." (Also me.)
"Let's hope."
"Is that... Is that chick getting the cops because someone's sitting in her seat?"
"Oh for the love of- we're all BU students here! PICK A SEAT, the view sucks from everywhere!"
"Hey, we've got seats at Fenway, we're not stuck behind a pillar in the grandstand or in standing room only, and we've got an unencumbered view of the whole damn park."
"The middle schoolers are trying to start a wave again."
"Oh come ON, we did two rounds of that already, no more!"

There was the first pitch by a BU student, and a moment of silence for BU students killed in an accident in New Zealand (a gesture all the attending students appreciated), and acknowledgement of the awesomeness of Tim Wakefield (with special appearance by Doug Mirabelli, woohoo!), and hotdogs and draft beer (we all turned green at the prices, but fuck it, you gotta eat a ballpark frank and a beer at Fenway at least once in your life), and the girls and I split a plate of fried dough with powdered sugar (girls need sugar, damnit), and Big Papi hit a home run into the bullpen (I GOT TO SEE DAVID ORTIZ HIT A HOMERUN AT FENWAY, HOW COOL IS THAT?!), and pretty much all the BU students did impromptu dances in our seats every time Adrian Gonzalez came to bat because his player intro song is catchy, and we sang "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" during the seventh inning stretch and then "Sweet Caroline" in the eighth, and then "Dirty Water" and "Tessie" when the Sox stomped over the Mariners 5-0, and then had Noodle Street for dinner, andandand...

And today was just perfect. There are literally no words I can fathom that can accurately describe the depths of my joy right now. I am so exhausted I can't sleep, hence why I decided to update now rather than later, but I just can't stop smiling.

Today was, unequivocally, the best day of my life.

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