Old Navy Men's Zip-Front Hoodie stolen from Jeremy, Urban Outfitters Gray Ringer Tank, Madewell High-Riser Skinny Jeans in Lydia, Converse White All-Star Canvas Sneakers
Take me out to the ball game, and fill my lap with hot dogs, cotton candy, dippin' dots, and a few rounds of beers. I'm one of those baseball game attendees that always shows up just to eat a lot, drink a lot, and cheer for the visiting team (just because it always seems pretty rough to have to play in a stadium where no one is cheering for you). But since I had a leftover Yankee's hat from last year's Halloween costume (s/o to Indiana Jones' Short Round), I figured this time I'd be a good game-goer and at least root for the home team. Not to mention I really should be loyal to the city I currently call my home. So here I am, sans Yankees hat but adorned in Yankees colors, ready to watch some men run around in squares tonight and hit some balls.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with that time I took self-portraits at my middle school's baseball field in 2010. Alone. Because that doesn't seem sad...or creepy...or strange.