Easter

I just saw on Facebook that someone (a friend of a friend) dyed their dogs for Easter. One blue, one pink. Am I the only person who’s absolutely outraged by this world?

I spent Easter the way any good Christian does- trying not to vomit in the line at my bagel shop, and going on a hunt for my credit card from last night. Found it at a bar called Hayter’s (yes, I know), had my obligatory beer-at-bar-where-I-left-card, and headed home, only because my favorite Mexican restaurant is closed, and I couldn’t go get a marg. What the hell, Mexican restaurant? Don’t you know it’s Easter, and people want margaritas? Jesus. Threw a roast in the crock pot, and now headed to the gay bar for a cocktail with a coworker. All in my outfit from last night.

Basically, I’ve spent Easter solidifying the fact that Jesus haytes me.

-Bev