Easter

My brother and I had a brief discussion before heading over to my Nana's house for Easter dinner Sunday afternoon. He was complaining, saying that Easter was a B-side holiday ("Nothing to do but watch the Masters"). I countered with, "It's basically the same as Thanksgiving. You go eat a big dinner and hang out." He countered with, "No, you're an idiot, Thanksgiving is the Ultimate Man's Holiday - huge amount of great food and football all day."

Point, Beebe.

Still, considering that Turkey Day football has only a small chance of being entertaining or important considering the traditional teams (I hate watching Detroit. At all. Every year.) I stand by my comment that they are just two big meals with the mixed bag of hanging out with the extended family for a few hours. Beebe also made the point that Thanksgiving lacks any religious obligations - true enough, I suppose, but a laughable consideration for yours truly.

(For those of you concerned about my soul: yes, I might be dabbling with eternal damnation if such a thing existed; as it is I have enough people praying for me to hedge my bets in the extremely unlikely circumstance that I am wrong in my theological beliefs - which are, to be honest, nonexistent.)

My Mom drove me and my roommates back from Easter dinner (The roast beef was heavenly. I was working on my extended 2nd helping while the dessert and coffee were being placed in front of me. I, unlike so many others, like to take time to enjoy the finer things in life. Good food is one of those things. Must we scarf down our nutrients as if scavengers will set upon us and derive us of our food? Methinks not. Take a breath between bites, sit back, and chew your food slowly fer fahk's sake.) and we watched The Sopranos and Entourage.

And I will comment on those in another post. Maybe.