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Monday, April 9, 2012
Easter Egg Hunt
I'm so happy I went. It was everything I imagined and more.
The food! There was food. My friend is Italian; how could there not be food. And speaking of Italian, his family was there! Such lovely people. There was hugging and kissing and cheeks being pinched until we were all black and blue from top to bottom. And there were Easter bonnets to die for. One guest even brought a bonnet for our host's mother. She was delighted and never took it off the rest of the afternoon.
But we had come together for more than food and dressing up. We were expecting an Easter Parade! There had been two so far, and the one that remained was the long-anticipated Gay Easter Parade, which was guaranteed to have on display the prettiest frocks imaginable.
Before you you could say, "Hippity, hoppity," three times fast, the color guard was coming down the street, and the parade was on. There were people in carriages, wearing extravagant bonnets, a proper Protestant church choir lip-syncing to Dolly-Parton holiday hits. The crowd on the street was ecstatic. Everyone was so happy and colorful that even the parade marchers were taking pictures of the spectators. And people all along the route were making the strangest new friends.
Soon after the parade had ended, though, it was time to head back home; no reason to spoil a perfect afternoon with too much indulgence. Besides Bobby's back was beginning to hurt him from the load he was lugging. It was time to pack away those beads for another day.
It shouldn't surprise you to know I slept like a baby that Easter night.
("Easter Eggs" courtesy of Bob and our friend and host Patrick.)