yesterday

A long time ago while we were still in Texas (yee haw) I bought three tickets to a July Red Sox game for my husband’s birthday.  If I can say so myself I will say it was a stupendous gift as for months my husband and two of our kids talked about their upcoming Fenway game.  It was an exciting thing to talk about and it helped these two particular kids with the umph to move away from their happy Texan lives.

So yesterday was game day.  It started pouring in the afternoon.  I drove them to the base on the edge of Boston to meet my husband and catch the base’s  outdoor rec bus to the stadium.  It was still raining hard  as my husband changed his shirt in the parking lot in front of the whole busload of people. (He doesn’t really have any chest hair to speak of which is funny as he is kind of old but is A-okay with me as we used to have a neighbor that was hairy like an ape and when I was pregnant and saw him mowing his lawn shirtless it made me nauseous.) 

I drove away with the two youngest kids and took all kinds of wrong turns and actually drove by the same base gate 3x  within 1 hour.  I get lost everyday and it is really wearing at my nerves.  But this isn’t a story about that but I will mention that I stopped at TJ Maxx in the rain and found a lovely Italian carpet which is magnifico.

But yes the game didn’t start for two hours b/c of rain and to make this story short (too late) I will say that my husband and children stayed until the game ended at 2:00 am (seriously, that is the true time the game ended) and rode the bus to the base and drove in our yard at 4:00 am.  Then my husband woke at 6:30 am and went to work for 12 hours.  That means he slept 2.5 hours in case you aren’t so great at mathematics or as my British friends say, numeracy.

Maggie was really excited to go to the game (she loves the Red Sox and especially the Celtics).  This is why she is a gem because she is a very girly girl and did her hair for 2 hours before the game.

But then it rained and rained but she was okay with it because she bought a trucker style Red Sox hat (I don’t like that style, FYI) and wore it crooked like a rap star.  Everyone was rowdy (she says) and she told me all the stuff my husband yelled, some of it was funny (some of it wasn’t).  She boogied and twice got on the big screen (says her brother).  My husband also danced and got on the big screen, it was his regular dance of slight hip sways and pointing fingers (says both his children).   At around midnight I saw my husband on the television while I was eating chopped dates and shredded wheat. 

That is the end of my story.  It is all strange but true.

PS After 14 innings the Red Sox lost.