Easter! HOORAY! Brunch at my sister's house is slated for 2:00, but my
roommate gets me
high, so I
hang out until I am about an hour late to
straighten up a bit... but primarily to enjoy and
record the rush of
ideas that always attends this
indulgence. The morning is punctuated with
Beethoven's "
Chorale" symphony, the
Godspell soundtrack, and delicious
french roast coffee and
chocolate chip cake.
Could you please pass the butter? As it turns out, brunch is not served until 3:30ish, more like an
egg-heavy early
dinner, with
mimosas. There is a
theory that you can eat pretty much whatever you like, as long as you don't
combine things that don't
digest well together (like
fruit, which digests in 2 hours, and
meat, which takes more like 12 hours). This meal is the
epitome of
poorly-combined holiday meals. Frittatas, juice, wine, cheese, croissants, ham, broccoli/mushroom quiche, all so tasty. And of course, I have
the munchies,
how can I resist? It's a
holiday, I don't want to. Tommorow is my nephew's birthday, but my sister figured we would gather on Easter so everyone could give him gifts today. <sarcasm>Nice of her to tell me.</sarcasm> Fortunately, I brought a
nephew birthday card JUST IN CASE, and my wallet yields an
appropriate bill for the occasion. I ignore everything about
Elian Gonzalez for the whole day, and dammit, it just feels
GOOD.
Cartoon showtime. I am
home in time for
The Simpsons, but it's disappointing. Then there is a
claymation Story-of-
the-Resurrection show, but
rubber instead of
clay... and
is it my imagination, or are they
taking great liberties with the
dialogue? I get a little
choked up anyway.