I love Easter. Its my favorite Christian holiday.
When I was a kid it was all about all-you-can-eat brunch at some hotel. Bacon and ham. Shrimp and smoked salmon. Waffles and eclaires. All you can eat. Big time. All you can eat.
When I was in college it was the one day I saw the sunrise ("sunrise service") when I wasn't either on a surfboard or cramming for an exam. Plus it was the official start of girls-are-frisky season. Big time. Girls are frisky.
Five years ago we put together a pretty good Easter celebration on our roof. The night before Jack and I stayed up late, drinking beer, blowing out a couple dozen eggs and painting them with watered down acrylic paints, acting like old ladies doing needle point. In the morning a bunch of friends came over with chamaign and food and we had a spread out in the garden. We re-enacted the stations of the cross (with Jack as a post-modern Jesus with bunny ears) around the roof. Afterwards we had a rather cozy Easter egg hunt culminating in a grand egg-cracking battle leaving everyone's hair strewn with eggshell confetti shrapnel.
I love Easter.
2 comments:
I had forgotten about the start of girls are frisky season. Do you think that season might have come early this year back East, with the freaky warmth and the early cherry blossoms and stuff?
I don't know about the rest of the coast, but New York seems to be permanently afflicted by frisky girls.
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