White hats, Red Sox.

Vikki, Karen, Missy, and I all braved the trek into Baltimore to watch their beloved Sox take on the Orioles in the last game of their series. It was fabulous!! We had unbelievable seats: 11 rows behind the Sox dugout. Amazing.

AND we got free white Orioles hats for being some of the first 20000 fans. Nothin like wearing the Orioles hat and a Sox shirt. Burn.

The only problem? I WANTED A FLIPPIN HOT DOG. Where was the hot dog man? No where to be found. I mean, seriously. Baseball=hot dogs. But not last night...we waited PATIENTLY until the 5th inning...by that point, we could have had a dozen beers, peanuts, pretzels, lemonade, and rainbow-colored slushies...all those dudes went scooting by. But no hot dog man. That is, until AFTER we had our dogs and fries (a healthy meal), and then all that came by our stellar 11th row seats were the hot dog dudes. What?!?! Apparently there's a rule about post-5th inning hot dog sales. Oye. What's a girl gotta do to get the yummy goodness brought right to her lazy behind?

Note to self: Still not a fan of baseball...but love the Oriole hotdogs. Still not a fan of the end of the year...but love the prompt exit of certain kids. Still not a fan of late school nights...but LOVE Grey's Anatomy!!