You can dress me up...

But you can't take me out. Nice Italian restaurant with fancy important people from work...aaaaand I go ahead and knock over one of the fancy important people from work's beer. Full beer. Not even a sip taken out yet. Lucky for me, we were at a nice restaurant, so we had cloth napkins. They absorb a whole lot more. Although now that I think about it, I don't think I offered up my napkin. Classy.

The trip was great. I finally got to meet my favorite people. And we got to watch the Brewer's get their butts kicked from the fourth row behind the Red Sox dugout. Fourth. Row. Amazing.