So, if you've been reading my blog for a while, or you know me personally, you know I fucking hate the holidays. Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentines Day, St. Paddy's, Mardi Gras, my birthday, Halloween... whatever. I hate them all. they make me sad.
Tonight, I found myself waiting to stay awake until midnight. Like many do for New Years, or their birthday, or Santa Claus...and when midnight hit, I cried with happiness and relief.
Today I realized that today is MY holiday. I am TOTALLY and with absolutely no cynicism whatsoever, going to celebrate today. The first day of Spring. And I am going to do it every year from here on out. I WISH I had known beforehand. I would have planned a party. I would have requested the day off.
Winter can go fuck itself. Happy First Day of Spring, everyone!
I am going to come up with themes and mascots and special foods and stuff for this new holiday.
And I shall drink a First-Day-Of-Springtini.
I am taking suggestions on what that drink is made of.