To this day, if you ask me what's my favorite holiday, I'll tell you, hands down, it's St. Paddy's. But let's be honest, I haven't celebrated National Irish Drinking Day properly in ten years. This year, St. Patrick's Day fell on a Saturday, AND our friend and barkeep at Denny Bar whipped up some amazing festive cocktails and invited us in for a try. Guess what Regina and I did? We got all gussied up, but I didn't even have my boots on before someone turned on Stranger Things, and next thing we knew, it was nearly 10:00 PM (! -- way past our bedtime), and we were sound asleep.
But there's been another holiday that's snuck up on me and I'm really starting to warm up to it. Yep, Easter. It really has it all: church, tradition, food, beer, and candy. We hosted Easter at our house this year and had a sizable and rambunctious crew. We served both traditional (ham) and non- (Moroccan goat) for dinner and had not one, but two coolers full of Sierra Nevada and Coors. There were only four kiddos (and one baby) for the egg hunt and we recruited a fifth sort-of-kiddo (Ollie) for the traditional Easter piñata. Grady sold his non-candy egg treats to his sister for $1 a pop, and now has a wallet stuffed with singles. It was, according to us, a success.
It's easy for me to cling to a tradition I once loved -- but did I ever really love green beer and leprechauns? Yes, probably. But the older, wiser me is starting to come around to this Easter thing. And I think it just might be big enough to catch on. We'll see.
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