I’m overcome with spring fever. I can feel my body chemistry changing — I want to throw my cares away, frolic barefoot in the fields, throw a frisbee, have sex on the grass. (I’ve done all except the latter.)

What a gloriously beautiful weekend it was! Some looked at boys; others relaxed in Central Park. For our part, yesterday Matt and I walked over to the South Street Seaport and back, and then we walked down to Battery Park, where we saw the Sphere memorial and Castle Clinton. We thought about going for a ride on the Staten Island Ferry, but we didn’t want to wait around for the ferry.

I would be remiss if I failed to mention all the guys in T-shirts walking around, their biceps showing as they came toward us. When one pictures biceps, one usually pictures them from the side, but there’s something to be said for the frontal view of the lower half of a bicep poking out of a shirtsleeve, connected to a lightly-haired forearm. Sigh. (The closest approximation I can find online is Jake Dobkin’s tattooed right arm. Lovely.)

On Saturday night, Matt and I went to a birthday party, where we once again met Keith Jameson, who played Toby in the recent “Sweeney Todd” production at the New York City Opera. We were sitting there talking to him, and then he leaned over kind of slyly and said, “So… is one of you the Tin Man?” Somewhat discombobulated, I said that I was. It turned out that he’d found my mention of him via Google.

Thank goodness I liked the show.

Matt also got to chat with the rehearsal pianist from the original productions of “Merrily We Roll Along” and (I think) “Assassins,” which seemed to be a thrill for him.

At one point this weekend, Matt mentioned that before he became a New Yorker, he would enviously read some New Yorker’s bloggings about all the New Yorky things that that particular blogger had been up to, and that now that he’s an official New Yorker, he gets to write about New Yorky things and have other people be envious of what he’s doing. Yay!

Now excuse me while I sprout wings, pick up a lyre and serenade the onset of the vernal season.