Growing up, only a few things were more fun than waking up on Easter Sunday: 1) Waking up on Christmas Day 2) Party favors and 3) penny gumball machines. I, like many stupid kids before me, believed there was a man-sized rabbit that went from house to house depositing candy filled plastic eggs, hard boiled eggs and jelly beans in hard to find places. As I would later find out, rabbits don't grow to 6 feet, and they certainly don't have the opposable thumbs to place eggs in hard to find places.. 

My mom used to put on one hell of an easter egg hunt in our backyard and I would dominate my older siblings in the egg collection portion of the hunt. I would later find out they didn't care. The egg hunt would be followed by eggs, bacon and OJ, dressing up in church clothes and getting grass stains on khakis. Today was a little bit different: Instead of eggs for breakfast, I had pizza. Instead of OJ, I had OJ and champagne. Instead of hunting for eggs, i searched for my car keys. Instead of dressing up in khakis, my roommate and I looked like jackasses in searsucker. 

Nonetheless, I had a great easter at my friends apartment where we ate, drank and tie-dyed every white article of clothing within a 2 mile radius. I created the dumbest looking t-shirt since Waldo. It was a good day. Happy Easter Everyone.