Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

I often think about this term, "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit," on the first day of each month. I typically think about it, however, too late.

When I was a junior in high school, I knew this girl, Suzy Lemon, that was in my math class. Suzy was a dark haired, short, quiet, cheerleader who sat in front of me in Algebra. I wasn't part of any particular crowd in high school, but Suzy was nice to me anyway. I'd say she considered me to be a friend. Maybe ours was not one of those friendships that found us talking on the phone, or going out for pizza after a game, but during school hours, we were friends.

Suzy and I never dated or anything like that. I can't even remember if she had a boyfriend or not. I certainly didn't have a girlfriend. I dabbled in dating in high school, never dating anyone longer than a month or so.

I remember one day that Suzy said she had a successful "Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit" day. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I pressed her to explain.

"On the first day of every month," she had said, "before your feet touch the ground, if you say 'Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit,' you will have a month filled with good luck. Today, I remembered to do it. It's gonna be a good month."

People say strange things in high school. Myself included. One time--again during my junior year--I was driving back from Gold's Gym with one of my workout partners, Doug. We were cutting through the parking lot when, for some reason, I saw this girl I had a crush on. Her name, and face, and personality long forgotten today. We pulled our cars next to one another, driver's sides appropriately faced, and we chatted about nothing, I am sure, for a little while. The girl had asked me if I was going to go out that night and what I was going to be doing. In my clever, Casanova way, I told her I was going to some big party with some guys from the gym. I told her I had planned on going to this party by myself, but would be happy if she came with me.

"It funner with than going by myself," I said.

"Funner?" she said. "Is that even a word?"

I immediately turned red, put the car in drive, and sped away, Doug crying as he laughed, repeating the word "funner...funner...funner..." over and over again.

I'm sure I didn't have a Rabbit X 3 month before that conversation took place. In fact, I've never had one since Suzy told me about it 22 years ago. I often remember our conversation, way too late after my feet have touched the ground.

Today's no different. Who knows what kind of a month I'll have. It's been okay so far...