Day twenty-seven - Sam, Bob, and the DVF

Spring in Boston makes me want to do Boston-y things: go to a Red Sox game, eat lobster, wear a powdered wig, be unnecessarily chilly towards strangers. Today, the DVF and I did the most quintessential Boston thing a lady and her dress can do – we cut out of work early and toured the Sam Adams Brewery. Just as our forefathers did.

A mere three days ago, this dress was at an evening wedding. Today it was at a brewery, the only wrap dress in a vast ocean of men wearing hooded sweatshirts and women sporting the granddaddy of all casual looks – the white long-sleeved tee under the dark short-sleeved tee. But again, no one really noticed. The DVF is so stealth!


But "stealth" should not be confused with "un-impactful."

Boston has one bona-fide celebrity - Bob, from the Sam Adams commercials. The notoriously camera-shy Bob really does work at the brewery and people are constantly asking to take his picture. But I didn't have to ask. Like bees to honey, this dress.


You really haven't lived until you've seen Boston's most famous brewer leap off a forklift full of Sam Summer Ale and barrel across the parking lot practically begging to have his picture taken with you and your Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress. Just look at how psyched he is. Pull yourself together, Bob. It's only a dress.