Hipsters, Twilight, Zombie Jesus, while listening to Ke$ha and Lady Gaga, as we were sitting around a beer pong table eating our Easter dinner, made Easter one of the better ones in memory.
Eight refugees from Michigan came together this holiday, with one requirement. Bring a dish to share along with a chair. Chris and I took over appetizers, and the ham. It was pointed out our appetizers were what you would find tailgating. PERFECT!
The wedding gifts were busted out, and I like to think we had the prettiest display of football food this side of the Mississippi. I grew up in Big 10 country, and it's hard to top those tailgates. We can however, top the Pac 12 tailgates. Amateurs.
Dinner was amazing, surrounded by great food, wine, friends, wine, and well, wine.
Then, it was time for the house elves to get to work. Dinner dishes nearly touched the ceiling, pots and pans were on the verge of collapsing.
It should have been a clue when the elves did not show up to cook dinner, but I figured with it being a busy day, they were running a tad behind, but would be here for clean up. That's a negative.
I don't think I will ever rely on house elves ever again, or at least until next year.
But the clean up was totally worth having the apartment filled with friends celebrating Jesus coming back from the dead, and mocking a man, who probably kept kosher, with ham.
Yes, I am aware the fact lightning did not strike us, is a miracle in its self.
Happy Easter everyone!
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