This year, my Jesus year, I celebrated the resurrection of the Big JC like an Irish Catholic who gave up drinking for Lent (which I did not). Went on an Easter Pub Crawl. The original idea was to hit the fine pubs of the Inman Square region of Cambridge in order – Thirsty Scholar, The Abbey Lounge, The Druid, Bukowski’s. But, as is the case with many pub crawls, we got a little off track. For instance, the Abbey was closed (!?!??!?!?!), so we drank a beer in the park across the street instead. Or another example would be after we had a few beers at the Druid, and we drove to Cape Cod instead of going next door to Bukowski’s. Yes, the pub crawl is an organic thing. You’ve got to be flexible. But for you non-eastern-massers, the Cape is over an hour away. Ridiculous. But god forbid we be called pusillanimous, so we went for it. Several hours, much fun, many pitchers of mudslides, and consecutive viewings of High Fidelity later, we were floating in a hot tub with a giant bowl of french fries. Needless to say, yesterday wasn’t very productive. Good times though. That one was for you Father Murphy!
On a related note, The Easter Bunny Hates You.