Nice day, not so nice attire.

We’re experiencing some unseasonably warm weather here in Boston and when this occurs you can count on seeing three different groups of people walking around:

Overboarders -
These are people who hear the phrase "nice weather" and absolutely flip out. They immediately bust out the skirts and shorts, flip-flops, tanks/half-shirts/halters, you name it. These are people who immediately flock to the beach or Boston Common or the Public Garden to sunbathe or play volleyball. Sounds like a good time, but I’m going to tell you why you still look like an idot.

Sure it’s 70 degrees out and the sun is blazing, but with 4-5 mile an hour winds it feels more like 60. Then when you walk into a shaded area, it’s more like 50. When the sun sets completely, it’s more like 40. Now you’re stuck roaming around half-naked with your arms folded and covered in goose bumps, FREEZING. Why? Because you went overboard!!

Middle of the Roaders -
These are people who recognize the weather is nice and decide to enjoy it by taking off the sweater and putting on a T-shirt. I am one of these people. We still wear our jeans/pants and sneakers and wrap a long-sleeved shirt around our waists. We’ll take a nice long walk/run along the boardwalk (NEAR THE BEACH, not on it) or perhaps toss a baseball around or shoot some hoops. We are comfortable and content and truly enjoy the day. Trust me, this is who you want to be people.

Non-conformists -
These are people who simply don’t care if the weather is warmer. It’s still late March/early April and they’re going to dress accordingly no matter what. These are the people who still wear pants/jeans with sweaters, a long coat, scarf and gloves and still say there cold. Granted, these are mostly gray hairs who are cold when its 90 degrees, but I’ve seen a few younger folks who just refuse to buy into the whole "nice day" idea by shedding some clothes. It’s a shame really.
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So I’ve been working like a bastard the last few weeks and it’s only going to get worse. On top of my full-time job, I typically work two days/nights a week at the bar. Last week, I worked three. This week, three more. Next week, four!! I’m glad I’m getting some extra shifts because I could use the dough, but it’s absolute torture on my system. I’m always more tired and cranky and sore. Let’s face it, I’m not exactly a spring chicken anymore. I’m getting up there and there’s only so much more of this I can take!!

I’ve decided to hit the lottery. I’m just going to do it. I don’t want to work anymore. Just don’t. So I’ll just win the lottery. Yeah, that’s it. Piece of cake.
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I guess the only thing getting me through the next few weeks will be the Red Sox starting. The Boston boys of summer kick off the 2006 season today, actually, in Texas, but will be home April 11 for the home opener at Fenway. I’ll be there and I can’t freakin wait!! If anyone has the opportunity to be in the Fenway area on this day, you should really check it out because there’s nothing like Red Sox baseball, especially on Day 1.

I’ll be rolling into the Fenway area between 11-12 for a 2 p.m. game. I’ll cut the enormous line at the newly renovated Cask n Flagon via my VIP pass (oh yeah, I’m special) and will consume as much pre-game booze as possible before heading in to the game (at $6 a beer in the park, you’d do the same).

Eight more days. The countdown begins.