Has it really been approximately one year since I complained about not being able to eat quiche on Easter and then went on to complain about Rock of Love/the backlash against feminism? My, how time flies when you're writing a bunch of shit that nobody cares about.
So, just in case you didn't notice (you know--by the lack of available restaurant choices, smashed eggs strewn everywhere, and Zombie Jesus roaming the land on roller skates, shooting laser beams out of his eyes) yesterday was Easter.
Usually my family does some sort of secular-type activity involving food, like breakfast or brunch or second breakfast or elevenses. But this year, perhaps in keeping with their New Year's resolution to be crappy parents, my Mom and Dad totally ditched us to go hang out with their friends who have a hot tub. Oh yeah? Well, two can play at that game, progenitors. If you need me, I'll be sitting alone in my shitty little bathtub that's incapable of filling to a satisfying water level, shoving cold ham into my mouth and crying. Jealous? Too bad. You can't come.
Anyhoo. Yesterday was actually a very enjoyable day for me, despite any rumors you may have heard about crying in bathtubs. I had a very satisfying workout sesh (that's what we call them in The Business), followed by a very pleasant afternoon spent sitting on a bar patio, drinking my drank and reading a book. Did I mention that the weather was fucking fantastic? Well, it was. And we all know how I feel about pleasant weather: it's pleasant. After I was nice and liquored up, I went for a leisurely drive around town with all the car windows down, singing along to The Rolling Stones. Just kidding about that last sentence--I would never be so irresponsible. It was The Beatles.
After careening home, I took a brief nap on the couch (a feat of which I'm rarely capable) and then it was off for a walk around my various neighborhood parks, complete with the continuing perfect weather.
Oh, but wait--you thought Easter was over, didn't you? Or maybe you were just hoping that I was done with my mundane blabberings? Well, as Zombie Jesus would say (and in keeping with the spirit of the day): "Fuck you, I'm still talking."
So. After I got home from my fabulous walk (which, I'm proud to say, only involved one random car honking at my hott azzz), The Mister and I went over to a newly opened establishment, the ABQ Brew Pub, in order to watch the first Sox/Yankees game of the season and eat some schmancy, expensive appetizers (which were actually pretty good--we were just feeling a little cheap at that moment). It was a great game (for those of you who can actually pay attention to baseball on TV--I am not counted among you, however) and a very pleasant way to end a long, hard day of Easter worship.
Oh, wait! I almost forgot the most important part of the whole day: I was able to wear my hair in Heidi braids (what I like to call "milkmaid braids") for the very first time! This is a most exciting development, my friends, as this hairstyle was the original inspiration for growing my hair long. So, from now on, you can expect to see me with a glorious hair-crown atop my head at all times. Or at least until I get too lazy and/or hot once the summer hits and then chop off my ridiculously thick hair.
And for this, I thank you, Zombie Jesus. Great weather, relaxing activities, and awesome hairdos: you made the day of Your resurrection a truly glorious experience.
Amen.