"We hear of the Easter Bunny who comes each Easter Day before sunrise to bring eggs for boys and girls, so we think there is only one. But this is not so. There are really five Easter Bunnies, and they must be the five kindest, and swiftest, and wisest bunnies in the whole wide world, because between sunset on Easter Eve and dawn on Easter Morning they do more work than most rabbits do in whole year."
Happy Easter, WFLers!
Easter is my favorite holiday (after My Birthday and the Fourth of July – but it’s my favorite of the Big Three – not hard since I hate the other two, but I legitimately love me some Easter) – it’s got the best weather, the prettiest colors, the cutest mascots, and the best Jesus story. It’s also got Lent, and Mardi Gras preceding it, which I also love because there isn’t anything I like more than some good old-fashioned self-deprivation.
“When one of the Easter Bunnies grows old and can no longer run fast, the old, wise, and kind Grandfather Bunny who lives at the Palace of Easter Eggs calls the bunnies together from the whole world to select the very best one to take the place.”
Growing up in the HaterTot household, Easter also had the best food of all the holidays. At least to my not-all-that-fond-of-turkey mind. We were not a ham family – as I like ham even less than I like turkey, and luckily MomsHaterTot was equally as anti-PigAss. So, it came to pass that we were a lamb family. Taught by my CrazyAunt, my mom prepared a fresh leg of lamb (chosen from my dad’s friend’s farm, while it was still attached to a wee little lamb-lette, running and playing, all the while not knowing its delicious fate – I couldn’t participate in this part of the holiday, as it would have made me very sad, and knowing my family, we’d have had a pet lamb, to go along with the duck, rabbits and dog) Anyhoo, once the leg was in our possession, it was marinated for days and rubbed with delicious fresh herbs, scored and inserted with whole garlic cloves and left to soak up all the flavor. Now, while this was happening, my Dad’s job was to dig the pit. Dad went out back and dug a hole in the yard, where the fire would be built and the lamb put on the spit over top.
“One day a little country girl bunny with a brown skin and a little cotton-ball tail said, ‘Some day I shall grow up to be an Easter Bunny: -- you wait and see!’ Then all of the big white bunnies who lived in fine houses, and the jack Rabbits with long legs who can run so fast, laughed at the little Cottontail and told her to go back to the country and eat a carrot. But she said, ‘Wait and see!’”
In the days and weeks leading up to Easter, MammaHT and I would always shop for Easter outfits. This never really got old, as shopping for outfits is always fun – though, by high school, I was a bitch and didn’t like it as much, as it meant spending time with the fam, which was soooo… not on my Too Cool For School agenda. But it was the best time of the year when I was a little girl, because it was the only time that my mom would allow me to get “frou frou” things in purple and pink – which were strictly verboten the rest of the year. (my mom hated girly shit and did her best to beat my tendencies to gravitate toward things that were pink and purple and sparkly out of me) For Easter though, she indulged me (though desperately tried to steer me toward yellows and greens and blues – sometimes she was successful). One year in particular, I think I was probably three, the Easter spirit even netted me the Best Bikini Ever, where the whole top half was a duckie. Yes kids, there was a time when just one duckie shaped piece of cloth covered the entirety of my boobage. Anyway, I digress…
“The little girl Cottontail grew up to be a young lady Cottontail. And by and by she had a husband and then one day, much to her surprise there were twenty-one Cottontail babies to take care of. “
We also decorated the house for Easter (as my mom did for the other, inferior holidays, though I tried to only participate in Easter decorating) – we even had an Easter Tree, decorated with Easter ornaments, under which we put Easter gifts. MomsHT would make Easter cookies and Easter candy, and the fun would culminate on Good Friday, when, after spending the day in church saying the Stations of the Cross and confession (the Priest used to tell me that I had to be sure not to sin on Saturday, otherwise I couldn’t have Communion at church Easter morning), we’d come home (after going to at least one other church to pick up pierogies, and the fire hall, to pick up fish) and dye eggs. My mom always bought whatever newfangled crazy egg dying/decorating kits were available that year, in addition to the regular old Paas kit. We would then dye every egg in the house – hardboiled or not (which used to piss my dad off, when one of the raw ones would slip into his lunch bag, because he thought it to be hard boiled, and then he’d crack open a raw egg at the station, and make a mess. Secretly though, that always made me laugh, even though I never got to witness it in person).
“Then one day when the little rabbits were half grown up, she heard a great talk among the woods rabbits, and when she asked what it was about, they said, ‘Haven’t you heard? One of the five Easter Bunnies has grown too slow, and we are all going to the
In addition to the lamb, we had a small ham for my dad and grandmother, though Dad really only wanted it to have ham sandwiches, ham and scalloped potatoes, ham and cabbage and other ham-based meals for the rest of the week. I ignored the ham, but rather focused on the side dishes. There was sour-cream and swiss cheese potato cake, roasted asparagus, sweet potatoes, Peeps salad, some kind of weird white jell-o salad, always a relish tray (Easter’s focused on olives and cheeses, chosen to compliment the lamb). For dessert, in addition to the Easter cookies and candies, there was a Fruit Ribbon cake, which was a four-layer white cake, with “ribbons” of fruit filling in between each (I got to pick which fruits I wanted – I usually chose lemon curd, strawberries and left the third to my dad, who would always pick raspberry, except for the one year he fucked up and chose orange marmalade – that was horrible). MomsHT, crafty bitch that she was, would go out to the yard/garden and select violets, or other edible flowers, which she would candy to decorate the cake, which was iced in whipped cream frosting. (I have the recipe for this cake, but don’t look for it at HH@BB anytime soon – that shit is a pain in the ass)
“Then [Grandfather’s] kind old eyes looked everywhere and at last they rested on Little Cottontail Mother where she stood with her children around her. And he called her to come right up to the Palace steps. So she took her twenty-one children and went up and stood before him.”
When I was very little, I left the Easter Bunny a plate of carrots and milk and a hard boiled egg, that I’d made specially for him, with his name on it. We’d wake up early, and I’d eat candy and search for the eggs that we’d dyed and that the Bunny had so craftily hidden in the night. Then my mom and I would put on our Easter dresses and go to church, which was always really weird, because my church would do things like install a fountain or reenact the scene where the women open the tomb to find it empty. Hopped up on all the candy as I was, I found it very difficult to sit still, and it was on one Easter, that I moved around so much, I fell off the end of the pew and into the aisle, which got me a spanking in the car out in the parking lot.
“Then the old, kind, wise Grandfather said, ‘You have proved yourself to be not only wise, and kind, and swift, but also very clever. Come to the Palace tomorrow afternoon, for that is Easter Eve, and you shall be my fifth Easter Bunny.”’
After we got home from church, we’d eat Easter bread and more candy, and if it wasn’t too cold (this was after all
“When she went close, she saw that he was holding in his hand the loveliest egg she had ever seen. It glittered like a diamond. ‘Peek through and see what you shall see,’ he said; so she peeked through the little hole in one end and she saw a beautiful scene with a sleigh, and a lake with people skating on the ice. And he said, ‘Because you have such a loving heart for children, I am going to give you the best but the hardest trip of all. Far off over two rivers and three mountains there is a great mountain peak. And in a little cottage on that peak is a little boy who has been ill for a while year, and who has been so brave that never once has he cried or complained. The mountain is so high that there is ice on the top, and it will be hard to climb, but if you get there you will give more happiness than any other Easter Bunny.”
My Grandparents would come over at some point in the day, Grandma always bringing delicious pickled eggs (pickled in beet brine, so that they were pink!) and I ran around cracking open all the hard boiled eggs for everyone, because I liked the idea of cracking eggs on peoples’ heads and having it not be messy. My Grandmother would always tell my mother, indignantly that in HER house growing up, they never ate lamb, and that she wouldn’t have any of it. She never tried it and never would, and was just sure it was terrible. My mother would, depending on her mood, ignore or, her tell her to fuck off. In later years, I stepped into the role of defending my mom against her unnecessary bitchiness and ignorance, which one year resulted in my grandmother literally flinging herself to the ground and rolling around and crying. That was an odd year.
“Down, down she went, and she crashed through a thicket of budding laurel, rolled across a pasture, and finally struck against the trunk of a great apple tree that was just getting ready to bloom for Easter. And there she lay, with the egg still safely clutched in her paw, but with a great pain in her leg.”
I always went home for Easter after I moved out. Except for the European Vacation years, where Easter was totally crazy. It was always a pain in the ass, because I’d inevitably need to be back at work or school on Monday, so after eating, I’d have to sit my now-surely-larger ass in the car for 4 hours, but I did so in a car filled with scrumptious Easter leftovers.
“And he smiled at her and he said, ‘You are not only wise, and kind, and swift, but you are also the bravest of all the bunnies. And I shall make you my very own Gold Shoe Easter Bunny.’ And he reached over and she saw for the first time that he was holding a tiny pair of gold shoes in his hand. And he bent down and put them on her feet. Suddenly all the pain left her leg, and she stood up and picked up the precious egg. Then, before she knew what was happening, she felt a sudden motion, and she found herself flying high in the air: over the pasture she flew, over the laurel, over the stones, until at last, when she landed, she looked back and she saw that one single jump had carried her halfway up the mountain. Then she jumped once again and there she was at the cottage door. Quickly she squeezed through the tiny crack that had been left open just in case the bunny did come all that way, and in the hand of the beautiful sleeping boy, she placed the egg.”
As most of you know, my Dad and I don’t really “do” holidays since my mom died, and I don’t go home except for Christmas. In past years, I’ve had wonderful Easters with my surrogate family here, including last year’s brunch organized by Mr. and Mrs. Jo, when the OWFL was but a twinkle in the Czar’s eye. This year though, it felt right to spend the day alone and doing nothing. While I felt a strong urge to hop in the car and join many of the other WFLers on their outdoor adventures this weekend, instead I was drawn to stay home and cook for myself and reminisce about Easters past.
“And the little house of Mother Cottontail can always be told now from the homes of all other bunnies. Because in a special place on the wall, on a very special hook, hangs a pair of very tiny little gold shoes.”
Today when I woke up at the luxurious time of
So, what about all of you? How have you spent this Easter? Gorging on candy? Camping? Trips to Grandma’s? Feel free to share your Easter stories, past or present.
Happy Easter OWFL!
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HT, that was one of the best things you have written. I hope you put it up on your blog too, because it is a good peek into you and your childhood.
I have spent this Easter at Coco's with The Ace. We went to church this morning [Yes! The Jew went to a country Methodist church, my step dad is not Jewish] and then came home and baked a spiral cut ham, baby potatoes with new peas and parsley, a new carrot recipe that included toasted pistachio nuts and a brown sugar glaze, homemade rolls and a coconut lamb cake. Ace got the mother lode from the Easter bunny and I am afraid he is going to want to convert because he thinks Christian holidays are more fun than Jewish ones, and I am afraid he is right on that point.
I am just chilling after a little nap and waiting for Peep. Our parents by chance live in the same very small town in Michigan and he kindly offered to drive us back to Chicago instead of taking the train. This is very nice for me because I am loaded down with a TON of stuff from a shopping trip at Target yesterday, gifts from Coco and lots of Easter leftovers.
Did you make Peeps salad for Coco??
(and thank you - I did put it on mine, since it's kind of (okay, really) too self-indulgent for here)
No, we did not make peep salad, but Ace and Coco are sharing a package of peeps as I write this.
Did you at least have a Peeps joust?? Ace needs to see that. Needs to!
Unscheduled post----Brain exploding---
Happy Easter HT et al. Just got home from Easter with the Jo family in Philly. My cousin did 95% of the cooking and it was delicious. I'll give a full menu report on this post sometime tomorrow.
jade is right, ht, this was a great one.
cIt is almost ironic that you did this post HT...I had a great weekend camping, good people, good weather, good food and good times…but I realized later last night that something was missing. I don't know if it is just the circle of life where you go from loving traditions, to steering away from them, to yearning for them and then possibly instilling them in your own family one day where this circle then occurs with your own children. Last night though I was definitely yearning for them.
I was sitting on the couch exhausted from the weekend watching re-runs of Law and Order: CI. And then it really hit me around 9pm that it was Easter! I had dived into some good camping breakfast eats that morning, but there was no family feast or hunting for easter candy, dyed eggs or pictures in the backyard surrounded by blooming tulips and daffodils in my new Easter dress. It was then that I finally called my parents who must’ve been out or already in bed because all I could do was leave a message. A muffled one to boot…I started saying “just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday…I mean Easter!!”…they probably thought I was drunk. But I missed it. I missed having some sort of tradition, something to tie me close to something whether it is family, friends or a faith in something that I'm not quite sure I believe in anymore.
Part of me feels it is living here in DC. A city that I feel is filled with (not all, but a lot of) people who only carry traditions if it is attached to a political agenda or self gain (usually a combo of both). It is these days in particular that I just want to be somewhere else. Maybe a smaller city or town where holidays come and go, but are never just simply ignored or forgotten. Where people don’t feel that their life is too busy or hectic to go out of their way to be with friends and family on holidays, or at least take the time to acknowledge them in their own way. I’m sure next year, that I’ll make the effort to see my family and I’ll have some horrid story about uncomfortable silences because we’ll start a discussion on religion or politics because I would’ve drank a couple extra glasses of wine to make up for my family who never really drinks on holidays…or EVER as a matter of fact…OR we’ll see Mr. Uni’s family who seems to drink too much and we’ll get into another awkward discussion on religion or politics and again have to deal with the “chinc” word being thrown about in casual conversation...or maybe even be complimented again on how well I speak English...ahhh…traditions!
Easter Menu with the Josephus clan in Philly. (which included nana, uncle F, auntie U, cuz m, cuz z, sis, the missus, nana's friend, and nana's friend's son).
Fried Chicken (Nana)
Potato Salad (Auntie U)
Spicy Potato Salad (Nana's best friend)
Green Beans (cuz m)
peas (nana)
salad (cuz m)
Honey baked Ham (nana from Honeybaked Ham)
Roasted Chicken (cuz m)
mashed potatoes (cuz m)
Best Macaroni & Cheese I've ever tasted (cuz m)
Lasagna (cuz)
Lamb (cuz m- ***this was the piece de resistance, I am posting the recipe in about 5 minutes oevr on the recipe post. fucking delicious)
chocalate/hazelnut tort (cuz m)
Josephus 3rd Birthday cake of the season (ACME)
The amazing thing about my cuz m is she's a vegan and can't taste half of what she cooks, yet it was all delicious. The highlights for me were the lamb and my nan's friend's spicy potato salad (with olives).
The holidays for us are almost never about the holiday, and always about eating and hanging out with eachother. We laugh and tease eachother constantly. The missus even remarked how much she had.
We'll be eating leftovers all week.
So wait, what do they sell there?
where's Jade?
HAPPY DYNGUS DAY!!!
Are you implying something about that neighborhood peepers?
I actually just heard from our beloved jadey. she's safe and unable to get her already prepared post up. HT has agreed to let the her Easter post continue to keep the top spot.
And here I thought I was having internet refreshing trouble.
I had such a good weekend! Next time I go camping, it might be for two nights . . . oooooh, I'm out of control. Thanks for setting everything up, Uni! Loads of fun. And I feel so bad! I had the Easter eggs all dyed & left them in the fridge & also I bought the Whopper Robin's eggs & jelly beans in a tipsy frenzy at the CVS Friday night. Which also got forgotten at home in my rush to get to camping Saturday. Sigh! And of course I forgot to bring them in today . . . .
Easter is a weird time - my mom has taken to having a special dinner, which I don't really recall having in years past, but maybe I was just too off-in-my-own-world or something. Anyways, the dinner yesterday was at about 2, so I missed out on it. However, there were plenty of leftovers for when I got there later. I guess part of the reason it's so weird is that my mom is, I wouldn't say really religious or anything, but she goes to church pretty regularly now (went through a period where she didn't go b/c she couldn't get any of her heathen family to go with her - she'll be so lonely in Heaven!) & my dad had perfect Sunday School attendance growing up, so I guess he figures he's done his time . . . And I have very little desire to be part of organized religion, so there's that. I always loved the secular bunnies-and-egg-hunts part of it, though. One of my favorite pictures of me when I was little is from when I was probably 2 & I'm sitting with my new clean, pink Easter finery on with an Easter basket in my lap (my feet just barely sticking out), my face covered in chocolate from the Easter bunny I'm eating & I have my pinkies out. So dainty!
Lunch today is some combination of the hard boiled eggs I forgot to take camping, pasta salad remains, hummus, and pita. I really don't want to go out in this crap weather. And I'm working on a major headache. Like Milli Vanilli, I'm Blaming It On The Rain.
calm down peepy!
ham & cheese on toasted wheat.
potato salad.
V-8
If any of you actually clicked the link in my post about crazy Euro Easters, it's the Wikipedia reference to Dyngus day and other wacky Central Euro traditions on Easter Monday - all intended to begin the spring mating season. Just more reasons to love Easter!
Lunch today is salad and some cheese, though I picked at the variety of cookies in the kitchen, selecting half a maccaroon, half an iced chocolate chip and half of a birdsnest, which I forgot how much I LOVED, and haven't seen since I was little.
Damn! Now I have that song going through my head. And I have no one to blame but myself! So, apparently, I have put the blame on me. Hm.
Oh, and I want to chime in with my favorite "rain" song of all freakin' time:
CHORUS:
I saw you (and him) walking in the rain
You were holding hands and I'll never be the same.
Tossing and turning another sleepless night
The rain crashes against my window pane
Jumped into my car didn't drive too far
That moment I knew I would never be the same.
CHORUS
CHORUS
Now here you are begging to me
To give our love another try
Girl I love you and I always will
But darling right now I've got to say goodbye
'Cause
CHORUS
CHORUS
(I saw you)
Hey hey baby how ya doin' come on in here
(Walking in the rain)
Got some hot chocolate on the stove waiting for you
Listen first things first let me hang up the coat
(You were holding hands and I'll)
Yeah how was your day today
Did you miss me
(Never be the same)
You did? Yeah? I missed you too
I missed you so much I followed you today
(I saw you)
That's right now close your mouth
'Cause you cold busted
(Walking in the rain)
Now just sit down here, sit down here
I'm so upset with you I don't know what to do
(You were holding hands and I'll)
You know my first impulse was to run up on you
And do a Rambo
(Never be the same)
I was about to jam you and flat blast both of you
But I didn't wanna mess up this thirt-seven hundred dollar lynx coat
So instead I chilled -- That's right chilled
I called up the bank and took out every dime.
Than I cancelled all your credit cards...
I stuck you up for every piece of jewelery I ever bought you!
Don't go lookin' in that closet 'cause everything you came here with is
packed up and waiting for you in the guest room. What were you
thinking?
You don't mess with the Juice!
I gave you silk suits, blue diamonds and gucci handbags.
I gave you things you couldn't even pronounce!
But now I can't give you nothing but advice.
Cause you're still young, yeah, you're young.
And you're gonna find somebody like me one of these days . . .
Until then, you know what you gotta do?
You gotta get on outta here with that alley-cat-coat-wearing,
punch-bucket-shoe-wearing crumbcake I saw you with. Cause you
dismissed!
That's right, Silly rabbit, tricks are made for kids, don't you know
that. You without me is like corn flakes without the milk! This is my
world. You're just a squirrel trying to get a nut! Now get on outta
here. Scat!
Don't touch that coat...
Two quotes from rainy songs that my mother played when I was young:
"I hear the drizzle on the road, like a memory it falls..."
and
"You left in the rain without closing the door, I didn't stand in your way."
And the one song from my childhood that I don't I'll ever be able to forget.
I love Dyngus Day, HT. I want to have a Dyngus Day party. Maybe a joint Dyngus Day/DC Emancipation Day shindig?
I just went on a camping trip with a few bloggers and just got a new job that has me sitting in front of a computer all day looking for ways to avoid doing the man's work. Never posted anything anywhere before, so I'm excited about what's for lunch.
My family always celebrated Easter with a Brunch at the Country Club. In fact my older sister's first job was to dress up and play the easter bunny at the Easter Brunch. As I have grown older, I kind of had a falling out with the country club crowd, so for my Easter Brunch 2006 I cut a hot dog in half lengthwise, then in half again. I put 3 of the 4 pieces of Hot Dog on wonder bread with a slice of Kraft's processed cheese food and I used a cheese griller over the fire to toast and cook it. I burned the hell out of it and burnt myself on the melted cheese.
While I don't miss being a part of the country club, I sure wish I could crank out a decent Easter Brunch on my own.
Welcome Mikeysunshine!
Glad to be here
Yay for Sunshine!
Welcome, Mikey Sunshine! I thought your grilled cheesedog sandwich looked great. Mmmm.
Milky Sunshine is what I would call Southern Comfort and Half & Half if I were a bartender... a shitty bartender.
Welcome Sunshine!
One thing I have to say about all you Easter celebrants, is you got the date wrong suckas!!
Every good Orthodox Christian (like I was raised) knows that Easter is NEXT Sunday.
But i'm always a fan of the Easter eats, which I seem to miss most years.
Today lunch was some kungpow and other yummy goodies...
wow, HT...that was a doozy of a post. if my childhood easters were like yours, i'd be nostalgic too.
i celebrated easter morning with drag queens and a hot bartender that i think i'm going to harrass later on this week. it was the best easter i've had in years. my parents would be so proud.
oh, and WELCOME SUNSHINE!
And Peep knows a lot about shitty bartending, I can vouch for that!
what's for lunch today sunshine?
I'm doing chicken soup and salad today...soup for the crappy weather (although I'm SO happy that it rained today and NOT over the weekend!!) and salad because of the weekend...too many grilled cheese sandwiches....
Real shitty-drunk bartender that is, at least when the artman wasn't around...
esoterrorists!
I'm just not in the mood to work today...I can't do it...I just can't do it!!
Man, I would so rather be shopping for 50% off accessories . . . I can totally lose my mind over that kind of crap . . . .
So tired. I couldn't get to sleep last night. Don't know why. I even went to bed early! Now I'm debating not going to yoga . . . . So bad. Talk me into it, people!
In my new job I work with little kids, so I just came out of a meeting that lasted for 3 hours. Normally that would suck, but today's meeting was great. I got to do mad libs, ( I told the story of the M.C. Hammer and The Media, loosely based on the tortoise and the hare) I also got to make a little diaramma using pipe cleaners and cardboard. We also did some DNA extraction and fingerprint analysis. When was your last meeting to incorporate those topics?
Since I had this meeting and since Arlington County Schools hasn't paid me my final pay check yet, I have no money. So lunch today was a combination of the free breakfast leftover bagles and the handfulls of Nacho Cheez Doritos that I got at my meeting.
Not too healthy a meal, but very cost effective.
LT - if you skip yoga I'll skip my workout...then we should both order take out sushi or china food and lay on our couches watching Prison Break while blogging about our laziness and yummy take out!!
LT, forget about Yoga.
As for good rain songs, I can't believe it took me until 4:00 to remember my favorite.
Guns n Roses; November Rain.
It's kind of nerdy, but I like that song because it came out in the fall of 1991, and I was a runner on the state champion cross country team in Michigan. The state meet was very rainy and very November, so I felt like Axl was singing at me.
Dammit, Uni, that's not the direction you were supposed to argue me into!
Dammit, Sunshine! Not you, too!
I always like 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head' - it just reminds me of when I was little & my mom would sing to us. She would always sing it during a rainstorm while we stood in the front door & watched. My parents' house is awesome for watching rainstorms - the wind blows from the back so you can stand right in the door & not get wet.
sunshine I am imaging the cross country team sitting together before the race blasting Guns n Roses and head butting lockers. so hardcore...
sorry, I'm a contact sports snob.
except for Track!
Sorry LT...I feel like I'm in a cheese-induced coma from the weekend...
As if I didn't consume enough cheese camping, I made myself a cheese quesa-dilla...just to put the nail in the coffin last night! Eaten with a side of hot dog of course...
Hm. I think my headache is not going away. I don't think up & down dogs repeatedly is a good idea.
I have succumbed to peer pressure. Siiiiiiiigh.
miu, i'd say burritos. you can guess who on this blog would veto that idea. also, if she's girlie, do like makeovers or something.
i forgot to report that i had turkey and swiss, L, T, mayo and spicy german mustard.
my rainy days = interpol
too bad i couldn't post until now, LT. i would've said go to yoga. HT and I are going to work out. i have to considering the crazy debaucherous weekend i had. geesh.
Ah, it's too bad I didn't have your support - seriously though, I've been working this headache all day & it's still not gone. Bleah. I think I will go home & give myself a pedicure.
Pedicures, miu! And then, uh, Dance Dance Revolution? What do 14 years old like these days? Holy crap, that's more than 1/2 my life ago. How depressing.
Oh wow, you could make her watch Breakfast Club . . . and then pull a Molly Ringwald on her Ally Sheedy!
When I was 14 I used to sneak out with older boys and go to shady bars in the next town over. They'd get me drunk and then let me drive their cars. So, yeah - don't listen to me either. But DDR sounds like a good plan. What kind of music do 14 year olds like these days?
What the hell is Dance Dance Revolution?
Dance Dance Revolution is a game where you have to react to commands that scroll across the screen. On the Playstation it is kind of dumb since you're just pushing buttons, but if you hook up a dance pad, which is like a smart twister board, you have to tap out the commands with your feet. There was this fat kid who lost like 60 pounds because he played this game everyday.
For lunch this Tuesday afternoon, I'm trying to go on a lunch date at CPK. I love that Kung Pao spaghetti. Hopefully she says yes.
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