My Two-Cents: Spring Fever
Spring has sprung!! Usually around this time of year, I write a post on why I love spring break, St. Patrick's day, or March Madness. I digress, I still do love all of those things. A Bloody Mary on a beach, my 1/8th Irish heritage and ginger brother, skipping school to watch basketball and drink colors — it’s all top-notch. But I fear I’ve emphasized my enamoration of those activities enough. So what else is so great about March? Back to the drawing board…
I guess my grandma’s birthday is in March. Happy birthday, Lynn! You're the bomb. I guess the weather gets nicer – time for outside runs and petting more strangers' dogs!! I also suppose my favorite friend to two-man the bars with (Grace) comes out of her going out off-season on March 6th. Whoop whoop! This list could go on and on.
None of the prior-listed events of these are “grandiose” by any means. (Though Grace and my Grandma might frown at this accusation.) They aren’t big holidays, like Spring break or March Madness. But maybe, that’s the point. March has a good mix of big, good things and little good things. It’s the first well-rounded month in a series of good Minnesota months. It’s the first teaser of spring. The first reminder that the sun doesn’t set at 5 pm, and it’s warm enough to walk to happy hour after work — because the best Rx for a little (Spring) fever is a cheap drink from the hours of 3-6.
All of these “little” things in March add up and remind me why life is so beautiful and awesome. Which I need a reminder of after January and February – these months suck balls! Boo!!! March is the first time it’s warm enough to leave your coat in the car when you get gas. And sometimes (yesterday) this warm weather cheers you up enough to go into the gas station to get a Diet Coke and a taquito roll-up just because you can. Free will baby. March reminds you that the snow is melting and your drinking friends are defrosting in tandem. There is good shit on its way! Spring is soon to be sprung. Did I mention that I’m excited to walk to happy hour?
