April 11th, 2013

Make Mine Moxie

All season in a game

It was one of those days.

Sonya and I were deciding how to spend our afternoon and evening. I'd been ensconced in some decidedly anti-social creative work for the past two days, trying desperately to refill my Interaction Tolerance before going back in for three more days of Red Shift performances starting tomorrow. (It's the Spring Sci-Fi Spectacular, running this Thursday, Friday and Saturday! We're doing a new Red Shift episode and then an adaptation of the classic ant sci-fi flick THEM! See if it you can! Or come to the special event at the MIT Museum on Sunday the 21st!)

At any rate, today was the first day I felt like I could conceivably go out and do things and actually hold conversations with people instead of merely grunt-whimpering and ducking back in my room for to stare at a computer screen, so we decided to have a grand day out together. We planned to head out around 3:00 or so, and had very much wanted to visit a museum. Unfortunately the Museum of Science, which we can walk to from Sonya's house, closed at 5:00 and it seemed like a waste to just go for an hour or so. The Museum of Fine Arts stays open until 9:00 or so on Wednesday nights, so we got the idea to go eat in the Back Bay and then walk over to the museum.

"Ooh," I said, "We can walk into Kenmore and then take my favorite shortcut past Fenway Park to Park Drive, then walk across the Fens to the museum... oh, wait, that's only if it's not a game day." Kenmore is an absolute zoo on game day, and so is Yawkey Way, the thoroughfare that goes right by the park. I did what any good Internet-using person would do, and checked the Red Sox website. Sure enough, there was a game today, the second game in their opening week series against the Baltimore Orioles. On a whim, I checked the tickets page and found tickets available in a price range I felt comfortable in. This was very surprising for several reasons, the first of which being that there was a price range at Fenway I felt comfortable in. Being the smallest and oldest ballpark in America, tickets don't come cheap.

The second reason this was surprising was that the Red Sox have sold out every home game since May of 2003. I've never checked the ticket office on the day of a game. It's always felt like a foregone conclusion. Doubly so if the Yankees are in town; those games sell out quicker than ice cream on a hot day as soon as tickets go on sale in the winter. I don't truck with ticket brokers even after having worked with them on a business-to-business basis for four years; they're banking on you thinking you can't acquire tickets any other way. (And yet I felt it was a foregone conclusion...) This, however, felt like another stroke of strange luck to me, and I decided we most certainly should take advantage of it. Sonya, who hadn't been to a home game in years, thought it was a terrific idea, so we immediately secured two grandstand seats and felt pretty damn chuffed about the whole thing.

Dinner was at the Salty Pig in the Back Bay, a place Sonya and I went to on one of our first dates last year. It has since become one of our favorite places to go when we're feeling a little flush and want to eat pig parts and smelly cheese. (No, really. That's how the menu lists their offerings.) I'd tell you what we had but it would turn into some kind of Redwall chapter only with meat instead of acorn pie with clotted cream or whatever it is those nutty rodents are eating this time around. We did, however, have some awesome bone marrow in a huge cross-section. After dinner it took us around twenty minutes to walk down Boylston to Fenway Park, bypassing Kenmore Square by way of Ipswich. It's quicker and you don't have to brave that bridge across I-90 teeming with insane hawkers, touts and scalpers, and you don't have to step around people cramming themselves into the Cask 'n Flagon. This put us in about an hour before gametime.

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