You did it.
You survived Easter. 🐣🍫🐰
Maybe you caught up with family and dodged awkward questions about your questionable love life. You might have fallen into a dark (chocolate) romance with a family-sized pack of Cadbury eggs. Or, you got blind drunk on Good Friday and rose like Jesus 3 days later.
Whatever your Easter looked like, I hope you spent time with the people who really matter in your life.
Young family members. Loving parents. Supportive partners.
These are the type of people to avoid at ALL costs while you hunt for the elusive Easter Bunny.
No creature able to seamlessly enter your home, and become the capitalist commodification of Easter festivities, can be trusted.
Sure, someone sneaking into your yard to leave a smattering of colourful eggs is a nice surprise. But when I’m found sneaking around a neighbour’s yard I’m “disturbing the peace” and “distressing the children”. It’s all political these days. I’ve had just about enough.
In all seriousness, I hope your Easter was a chance to rest and recharge and disregard the existence of calories for a little while.
Here’s to more good things in the future.
There’s no promise that the rest of 2024 will be all sunshine and rainbows. There will be times when it’s storm clouds and that weird flower that blooms once a decade in the Amazon and smells like rotting flesh.
But we’ve got each other, damn it. We’ve got a renewed appreciation for friends and family. And next year, so help me God, we will catch that rabbit.
With love,
New World Porter
It's rabbit hunting season.
I wondered about that bunny when I was about five. Bring me chocolate? All good. Steal hens eggs, hard boil them, color them weirdly and hide them in the yard? There’s something wrong with that bunny.
I also discovered stewed rabbit. Let’s catch the bunny, I’ll bring the red wine.