Easter

Somewhere along the way, Easter became a thing that I actually celebrate.

When I was growing up, Easter was never that big of a deal. Sure, we got baskets full of candy, but that wasn't so different from the chocolate we routinely woke up to on Valentine's Day. As I got older, other traditions began to creep in. My mom and I would always listen to Jesus Christ Superstar, and I still make a point of doing this. My dad would use the excuse to make a ham. Sometimes we dyed eggs, and sometimes we forgot. The years that we remembered usually resulted in a week's worth of egg salad sandwiches for lunch which I always liked more than the actual dying of the eggs.

Since moving in with Kevin I've gone to brunch with him and his mom every year, which is a tradition I can definitely get behind. I mean, who doesn't like brunch? And this year Zach and Sarah brought a new tradition to DC: the jello shot Easter Egg hunt. I can't believe this one didn't start up back in college.

We went down to their place on Saturday afternoon and hung out for a while until everyone had shown up. A couple of trays of jello shots hadn't set properly, so we ate those while we were waiting. After that we his and went searching for eggs, doing the jello shots as we found them. It was definitely the best easter egg hunt I've ever gone on (though it only has one other for competition).

On Sunday we went to brunch with Kevin's mom. My brother, who was passing through on his way home from visiting our cousin in NYC, joined us. It was fun to see people, though my brain was wholly occupied with final details for the wedding.

After brunch I accidentally took a three hour nap, which seems like an appropriate way to celebrate Easter.