I love my city. I love that it has character, that my neighbors generally love hockey almost as much as I do and that if you're willing to put a little bit of effort into finding something to do, Buffalo will never fail to entertain.
However, every once or twice a year I get a little down on Buffalo. It's really not even Buffalo's fault. I can't help it. It's just this thing that happens. Every year.
At some point, all the snow from November, December, January and February melts away during the course of a wonderful 3-5 day tease. Out of nowhere Buffalonians go from wearing thermal undies and gloves, to suddenly sporting sandals and polo shirts. Within a matter of 24 hours, it seems to make sense as to why department stores are selling lightweight jackets, golf apparel and pastels.
A newcomer to the City of Good Neighbors might get a little too caught up in this initial thaw and mistakenly pack away their parka, but hold on there missy. You're about to get a case of Buffalo blue balls... quite literally.
Last week I got out my nice spring jacket, and alternated wearing it to work in the morning with a lightweight fleece. Twice, by the time I walked back to my car at the end of the day, I didn't even bother with a jacket, and drove home with my windows wide open.
Fast forward to this morning. Before I opened my curtains this morning, it seemed a bit brighter out. That was simply the albedo effect of a completely white football field across the street. It was snowing sideways.
On April 5th. Opening Day for the AAA Buffalo Bisons. Sigh.
I still love my city. It just get's a little...ya know...
C'mon...it freakin snowed today. And it snowed Wednesday. And it's supposed to snow Friday. And Saturday.
Easter Sunday? 35 degree rain. YAY!!!!!!
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