So me, Terra, Katie, Eva, Heather, Jenno, Abby headed off to Cocoliquot for dinner recently, for what was called a "FUCK MARCH" meal.
Cocoliquot is a grand place. Nice food. Nice martinis, good wine and killer chocolates. Right now I'd knock over a liquor store for some of their chocolates. The interesting thing was seeing people's reactions to the FUCK MARCH idea.
"Why FUCK MARCH?" Terra asked. "I happen to like March."
Here's the thing. Winter already wears on my nerves after the holidays. Usually I can deal with it by playing video games and watching shitty movies. However, once the first few hints of spring start showing up -- in March -- I start going crazy, ready for the rites of spring.
The problem is that March's version of spring in Wisconsin is, well, for lack of better term, a pussytease (What? They exist!). The weather's gorgeous, then it's snowing, then it's warm, then it's hailing, then it's so cold and windy that you're in pain.
I have no idea how to dress because the weather changes faster than a ferret's mind. I hate it. I want some fucking consistency. Last night it snowed. Today it was windy and cold.
I'm of the belief that Wisconsin doesn't have spring. We have three seasons -- Hell, winter and road construction. Spring shows up in the middle of the night for about 30 seconds before it's stomped to death by Hell and run over by road construction.
That's why I say Fuck March.
3 comments:
I actually like March, too, mostly because two of my favorite people were born: me, and my friend Christina.
But objectively, March is a pretty unpredictable, hellish month. I feel that way about January, usually.
March is good for your birthday and such, but your b-day is March 31, right at the end :) I've got friends with birthdays in March, but yeah, on the whole, it still kinda sucks for me.
But Paddy's Day is the oasis of lent and the oasis of Fuck March, right?
'Course I'd be all for moving paddy's day to the friggin summer so I can get trashed out of doors and not freeze my tits off. . . .
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