Ahhhhhh. Let’s all breathe a sigh of relief and gratitude for that first sign of the glorious sun after Louisville’s Snowpocalypse 2015 — or what I refer to as a dark, dark place in my life when I stayed in my underwear until 4 p.m. every day, binge eating canned goods that have lived far too long in the back of my cabinet, watching four seasons of “New Girl,” and drinking XL bottles of Fish Eye Cabernet. I had to walk to Walgreens in the snow, you guys! This was my only option! On the real, though, a few snow days are welcomed with open arms for those of us that were lucky enough to be called off work and snuggled up with a few cuddly pups. However … when that light of warmth awoke from its slumber on Sunday, March 15, Louisvillians jumped out of bed. I burst out my front door, basked in the serene glow for a few moments, and simply couldn’t contain myself. I yelled across the street to my crazy neighbor that’s always rambling about his ammo collection, “I’m day drinking today!” He scoffed. Whatever.

For me, the first stop of our sunny Sunday adventure was a crucial decision that, fortunately, social media helped me make: “The Flea Off Market is today!” I exclaimed, and my boo and I meandered down to Nulu. Crop top clad – yep, I busted that out – and a puppy dog in tow, I was ready to catch a buzz in the sunlight and leave with an assortment of homemade wares I don’t need. Most of Louisville clearly had the same idea, and this month’s Flea Off didn’t disappoint. A DJ spinning the likes of Prince and the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s, the Alley Theatre Company performing circus acts for the kiddos, food trucks and the Flea Off bar, including their classic Flea Tea (vodka, tea, lemon, mint) all had long lines of ready patrons, but familiar faces made the wait worthwhile.

Approaching the bar at Flea Off, you’ll likely run into a Louisville legend barkeep, Jeff Gesser, and even Courtenay Kunnecke and Nathan Erickson — founders of the Flea Off — slinging drinks themselves. In addition to the refreshing Flea Tea (is three too many before 2 p.m.?), the Bourbon Gingerade is also available (bourbon, ginger lemonade and fresh ginger), Bloody Mary’s with all the fixins and local craft brews including New Albanian, Bluegrass Brewing Company, and Lexington’s West Sixth. Sufficiently tipsy, I purchased a large piece of wood with an inspirational saying carved into it and was ready to move onward to our next location: Apocalypse Brew Works.

Being that this poor-little-baby barmaid works every Friday and Saturday night, I was thrilled to find out that Apocalypse Brew Works (1612 Mellwood Avenue) decided to open their doors to patrons on Sundays from 1-7 p.m. A simple parking lot patio set up, Apocalypse hosts about six indoor bar stools and an abundance of outdoor picnic tables, one of which was clearly calling out to my day-drunk derriere. We sampled the Apollo IPA, which tasted mildly of diacetyl (a chemical many hop-headed craft brew drinkers will recognize that gives beer a slightly buttery taste), while the Amber and Irish Red were both delicious and perfect for a sunset over Mellwood Avenue amongst friends.

Our last stop of the day was when we finally decided it was acceptable to enter the four walls of a building on this beautiful day – because the sun was down. Louis’s The Ton (1601 Story Avenue) is a Butchertown Public House, open only since New Year’s Eve, that is sure to become a hip new scene amongst all ages. With a house-like feel, clad with vintage couches and church pews, a giant marble bar and a blonde babe of a bartender, Molly, Louis’s had me intrigued off the bat. (Soon to open is a beer garden seating up to sixty folks!) I sipped the delectable Butchertown Girl (champagne and crème de violette – yum!) and Molly told me that Louis’s is “a place for dancing, cocktails, reading, meetings” and went on to describe that the clientele, which ranges from Jager bomb pounders to intellectual connoisseurs. Still, though, Louis’s prices remain low because they “want to cater to the working class,” she said, sipping a PBR. Molly even has a signal she gives to a group of regulars when they start to get too out of hand, and she demonstrated by waving her hands on either sides of her bosom: “It’s called calm your tits.”

Here’s hoping Louisville won’t calm its tits anytime soon, y’all, because these glorious sunny Sundays have been few and far between, and for all we know, there will be a foot of snow on the ground next week. But, let’s be honest, there’ll be booze regardless. Cheers! •