First I was like 'fuck the easter bunny,' and 'fuck the fact that everyone has family members around to eat chocolate with' and 'fuck the whole affair altogether.'
Easter, this year, was a serious non-event for me.
At least until about 11:00am.
The Ant and I chilled some champagne, bought a joint the size of a toilet roll, and had a merry little picnic together at Emmarentia Dam.
We got stoned in the rose garden. Amongst a species know as 'Rhapsody In Blue', which, even though it's a botanical garden, one has to wonder why people make blue roses.
After being getting sufficiently giggly and tanked on champgane, we headed to the video store and hired a horror movie. E2 told me just yesterday never to watch 'The Exorcism Of Emily Rose, as it is the scariest shit she's ever seen.
And as a result never looks at the clock when she wakes in the middle of the night.
Watch it, you'll see why.
I wanted a thrill to distract me. The dull throb I've been feeling for the last three weeks is only exacerbated by a day of families, lovers (trying to shag under the tree not too far from us), and God - all three I have not been in contact with for a while, barring my mother and irate father on the telephone.
Easter. I've had cool shit to do until this Easter, exotic shit - like holidaying in Zanzibar, easter egg hunts in the Kruger Park, or like, flying to Plett for four days.
So. A horror movie – warranting screaming and paranoia – seemed like just the thing after a bright 'n cheery little picnic in a blue rose garden.
“We want something scary to watch, can you recommend anything?”
Video lady: Um..anything specific?
“Well no, just no aliens or slasher scenes. Ghosts and the supernatural. We want to be scared to distraction.”
She suggested the film, and for the rest of the afternoon we had a ball screaming and getting the shit freaked out of us.
“Everyone is eccentric. Except me”
Peas: Classic. Why would you think that Dad, even for five and a half seconds?
Dad: Because people take holidays over Easter.
Peas: Yes...that's because it's a long weekend. It kind of makes sense.
Dad: The stupid bastards are sitting in traffic below my window (Cape peninsula), they are eccentric Peas, eccentric - what stupid asshole goes on holidays over Easter?
Peas: Well had I got my act together, I'd be on holiday too.
Dad: You're mad. Mad. Must be your mother's genes.
Peas: Must be.
Happy Easter to everyone, hope it turned out as pleasant as mine.