every year, there's that one day, usually sometime in early march, where i wake up, look out the window, step outside, and i know: it's time to bring out the boyfriends.

not my real boyfriends, that is (however unfortunately). these are the boyfriends that have waited for me since november, where i carelessly threw them in the backseat of my car or under my bed when the cold weather started coming through the d.c. region and the leaves on the trees were long gone. these are the boys i abandoned for something less happy and boisterous, for sounds less upbeat, for someone who could give me slow, warm comfort as i walked to work in my down jacket or drove my car in the snow.

but sunday, i stepped outside, and i knew: it was time to dust off the old boyfriends, take them in my car with me, roll down the windows, and go.

and i listened to them all day: damon alburn, carl newman (and my girlfriend neko case), rhett miller, jarvis cocker, travis morrison, courtney taylor, stephen malkmus, tom petty, jeff tweedy (being there-ish era), the sloan boys, and many more.

and now i must go get a bagel and coffee because i hungover and obviously loopy.