First, I’d like to express my condolences to anyone who was hoping to watch a good football game last night. That was, honestly, one of the least entertaining Superbowl games I can remember. Luckily, Bruno Mars was actually a stellar performer, the Budweiser commercials were adorable, and the hand-fried wings Mike and Dave made were delicious.
The Superbowl is one of those holidays that always has me reflecting on where I was a year ago. I’m not sure what it is about the big game that does this to me, but last night I got to think about everything, and I came out of it pretty happy with where I am now. I feel like things are really coming together, and I have 2 Fat Nerds to thank for a lot of it.
Yesterday, with the unseasonably warm high of 55, we got a little taste of spring. (I’m going to ignore the snow currently falling outside, with two more storm systems lurking for the rest of this week.) With the windows open, I got to air out the stale air from my apartment, and the early morning sunshine beckoned us. My boyfriend, Jeff, and I got out for a nice long walk from Cambridge to Charlestown for coffee. I love waking up and wanting to walk three miles for coffee, instead of begrudgingly walking outside through the snow to the closest caffeine available. During the walk it seemed like the city had come alive again. Everyone was out running, or walking their dogs, and the big down coats were left at home. It was a much needed break from the seemingly sinister New England winter.