Every year, I look forward to March 15th so that I can warn my friends, in my most ominous voice, to “Beware the Ides of March!”
And I missed it this year. Damnit - it may be a simple thing, but it brings me joy. The only consolation is that I can still say to you West Coast Dopers:
BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH!!!
There, that’s a bit better.
Be different this year. Wait until next month and on Friday 13 April you can warn them about the Ides of April.
This wouldn’t be the right time to tell you how I spoked a Humanities professor by going “speak hands for me!” yesterday, is it?
When my best friend and I were in our 20’s we could never remember each other’s birthday. We had the month but always screwed up the day, resulting in late cards or a night out 3 weeks after the fact.
We finally came up with a cunning plan. Since my Birthday was the beginning of February and hers was the end of May we would just send each other cards on The Ides of March and go out and grab a beer. It was a hell of alot easier then remembering a birthday.
We’re in our 30’s now and until menopause kicks in we are remembering each other’s birthdays. Growing up sucks. I miss our Ides of March celebrations. 
Wow, you take the Ides pretty seriously then. You actually spoked him?
You, sir or madam, are my hero.