I went to a Bastille concert and it was perfect.

The end of winter is in sight. I can feel it. Now, odds are it’s going to snow again, and I’m going to feel very silly. I shouldn’t fall into this trap every year. But right now it’s a balmy 45 degrees, and as far as I’m concerned that means spring is coming, and the days of frostbite and windchill are behind us.

Did I ever tell you guys about the Bastille concert? Actually, let me pose a follow-up question: did you guys know that Detroit in winter is coldSee, I knew this. Or I thought I did. I thought I was prepared. I had my big winter coat, my boots, my winter hat, my mittens, even a sweatshirt underneath. And I felt slightly ridiculous getting in line for the concert behind people in cute skirts and flowy dresses. A few hours later, however, it would be I who was laughing. Well, not really. We waited in line for three and a half hours when it was -10 degrees out, plus windchill. Nobody was laughing. But I did feel vindicated. I had to give Tara my second pair of gloves because she was suffering, and I can’t even say for sure what the cute-skirts-and-dresses faction did. I spent the whole time facing the other direction so as to shield myself from the wind, so I literally just didn’t see them for a solid chunk of time. The concert venue was downtown, and nearby businesses actually came out with blankets and hand warmers for us because the situation was so dire.

I should also mention that I had the flu. Or, well, I was in denial of having the flu. (This would be confirmed later.) So there were a lot of factors going into this that could have rendered it an entirely unenjoyable experience. However, despite being so cold that I didn’t remove my bulky winter coat until halfway through the concert, and despite being so sick that I had to pull over on my way home, I can say with absolute certainty that that concert was one of the best nights of my life. It’s definitely in the top ten. Bastille was fantastic, and we did a lot of dancing, and at one point I almost got hit with the microphone cord when Dan Smith went into the crowd, so basically it was perfect.

I would do it again in a heartbeat. Maybe without the cold, if we could finagle that. I just put my winter coat away, and I’m hoping I don’t need it again for a while.

Just trust me on this, it’s cold

I’m going to try and impress upon you the extent of this sudden arctic chill that has overtaken the Midwest.

  • It’s so cold that I yawned while I was outside and I thought my face was going to be stuck like that forever.
  • It’s so cold that the weatherman is just saying things like “expect sub-zero temperatures” instead of giving us any concrete numbers, because concrete numbers are scarier.
  • It’s so cold that I stopped in random buildings whose purpose I didn’t even know on my way back from class just for the heat. And they weren’t even on my way. And I was loitering. And possibly lying on the floor in front of the heater.
  • It’s so cold that a group formed outside the residence hall behind some guy who was trying to unlock the door, and when it didn’t immediately open someone shouted, “THAT’S IT, WE’RE DOOMED.”
  • It’s so cold that I was literally wearing my gigantic, tacky sunglasses to and from class because they shielded a solid one-third of my face AND I’LL TAKE WHAT I CAN GET.
  • It’s so cold that I dropped a dollar on the ground and didn’t retrieve it. (This packs more of a wallop if you also know that I once almost got hit by a car trying to pick up a quarter.)
  • It’s so cold that I’m never leaving my bed, EVER.
  • Until tomorrow, when I go to class, I guess.
  • Ugh.
  • But it’s cold.