St. Patty's Day holds a special place in my heart, not only because it is a holiday that is celebrated by dressing in a color that makes my eyes 'pop', getting kissed, and drinking green beers but also because it marks the anniversary of yours truly becoming a Floridian. It was four years ago today that my white behind moved south and never looked back. In honor of the wonderful mood this day puts me in, I would like to talk a little bit about love.
I never had a hard time saying I love you. I like the yucky love stuff, which is odd because I tend to surround myself with people who don’t so much enjoy it. Nonetheless, I’m a lover not a fighter, and not just because most 6 year olds could kick my ass (yeah, I can only do 14 pushups in one minute). Truth be told, I don’t love easily, but when I do get to the point where a relationship has evolved and is filled with trust, communication, and the happiness that love brings, I feel like it’s important to tell a person you love them every chance you get. That being said…
Beer, I adore you. I want to write you poems and send flowers to your office. I want to stand outside your window, hold my stereo above my head and blast love songs all night. I want to throw pebbles at your window when you’re grounded, and stick love notes in your locker. In a word the feelings that I have for you could be summed up simply by ‘love’. Just thought you should know.
Happy St. Patty’s Day everyone, and Happy Florida Anniversary to No-Longer-Easy-E.