Confession: It's been a few years since I celebrated Easter (cue the lighting striking me down).
There, I said it. Like most holidays, it's just not the same to celebrate it without your family. (Plus, the pastel eggs and bunnies creep me out in a major way.)
This year, my friend/neighbor Megan and her sorority sister Katie would be in town for the weekend, which gave me a good excuse to
take off my sweatpants make Easter plans.
Plans which involved church, vegan pancakes, and lots and lots of champagne. #duh
|From top left: Megan and Katie, mimosa cheers, the sexy chefs, monogrammed wine coozies|
After talking Megs out of attending the sunrise service (child, please), we crammed into the 11 o'clock, where we were so late we sat on folding chairs with nary a prayer book or hymnal. (Oops.)
Afterwards, we set about making brunch. And by "making brunch", I mean we drank buckets of mimosas while I made really terrible vegan pancakes that took about 30 minutes to cook...each. (Not joking.) When finished, they tasted a bit like rubber from the bottom of a shoe. (But we covered them with syrup and ate them anyways.)
Megan and I, being the small town folk that we are, continued to squeal "This is so FUN!"
like losers at three minute intervals while our guest looked on patiently. (We're easily entertained.) By mid-afternoon, we were sprawled on the couch, full and happy.
"So...what should we do now?" asked Katie.
Megan and I glanced at each other. Erm....ha ha, well....
This is sort of it.