♥ nice dress. take it off.

nick and i rarely argue about what i wear, but something he has always been annoyingly traditional about is that i wear some form of red sox paraphernalia when we go to a game.

to be honest, up until 2007, i had never been to fenway park to see a real game. i did not own my any red sox gear and i was totally ok with it. when i first got into watching the world series, i borrowed one of my sister's shirts and felt totally out of my element. i hardly ever wear jeans and t–shirts and when i do i feel completely average, to the point of invisibility. i just cannot wrap my mind around the idea of purposely putting on something just so i can blend in with the crowd. it's against my religion!

as you can see, in the picture above from last year's losing game, i was sad not only because we lost big time but also because with my short hair, red sox shirt and nick's hat i felt more like a little boy than a grown woman!

when my dad called me last night to offer nick and i amazing tickets for the game tonight, i thought to myself that for once i was going to wear what made me feel most comfortable: which as you may have guessed, meant a dress. a red dress, no less! this did not go over well with

the boy...

so, i compromised and wore the hat for part of the game.

marriage, i hear, is all about compromise, so i may as well start now!

we got to watch the game from a private, luxury box in this part of fenway that we never knew existed...

check out our fabulous view! we are so very lucky.

and thankfully for everyone, it was a win win situation!