I fucking love Easter in KAF! Some of you may remember last year’s awesomely incomprehensible displays. And this year, while more subdued, the random conflation of holidays continued.
It began at the Lux on Saturday. “Holy shit guys! Look, it’s the Easter Santa! Hippity-Hoppity Easter’s on it’s way” I sang as I danced the Easter Santa along the table. M snickered while T, inexplicably, glanced around with an embarrassed look. As Easter Santa rocked out in his face, T somewhat rudely gestured to someone behind me. Musta been some guy who got in his way at the toaster.
The wacky festivities continued at the Cambridge on Sunday. There was a table of assorted Easter chocolate goodies laid out. My initial, joyful reaction of “Awesome, I fucking love Easter chocolate” quickly transformed into disgust as I espied the horror awaiting me in the bins. “What kind of unholy co-mingling is this? Easter Santa cavorting with giant rabbits?” It’s almost like they’re trying to turn Easter into some pagan sex festival.
Easter done “right” doesn’t make any sense so I’m totally down with Easter Santa.
“There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who love chocolate, and communists.” ~ Leslie Moak Murray