Easter is one of those holidays I just don’t get. Granted, I’m not religious…at all…but I still get excited for Christmas, even excitedly playing Christmas music beginning in late October. And I love Memorial Day since it signals the beginning of summer.<\/p>\n
But Easter doesn’t make sense to me. All other holidays are either on a specific date (Christmas=December 25, Independence Day=July 4), or follow\u00a0a understandable scheduling (Labor Day=1st Monday of September, Memorial Day=last Monday in May). But Easter seems to show up whenever the hell it wants to. Sometimes it’s March, sometimes it’s a month later in April.<\/p>\n
And I never unerstand why (most) stores aren’t open, mostly because I don’t understand the holiday itself. Somebody this year refered to it as Zombie Jesus Day. I like that.<\/p>\n
Anyway, Easter means more to my parents than it does to me (despite them having not stepped foot in a church in two decades). So, Randy and I headed down Saturday afternoon to spend Easter Sunday with them. We played cards, we played RummiKub, we eate lots of food. And on Saturday night Randy and I headed to my hometown gay bar. Our friends, Zach, Jeff, and Chris were in Plymouth visiting their family so they drove to the Cape to join us.<\/p>\n
It was actually quite fun. And surprisingly integrated (something you don’t see much of in Boston). Yeah, it was mostly white, but I saw a black guy, an Asian guy, a presumably transgender American Indian guy, a Brazilian guy, old guys, twinks, and a handful of women. And when you consider that there couldn’t have been more than 25-30 people in the entire place, that’s pretty impressive!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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