Out for Easter: Holidays of Real Life

For me, Easter has always been a gluttonous holiday. Traveling all over creation to see everyone possible and collect all the candy and presents from each of my aunts and uncles! Then my parents would have a basket for me filled with bullshit - like movies, coloring books, markers, toys, clothes.

Well - eventually we grow up.

This Easter was a real dose of reality for me.

As you all know, I work in a restaurant - if you didn’t know that, now you do. And you don’t realize, until days like Easter, that these people you work with are definitely the family of everyday life. Christ, I think I see my managers more than I see my mother. And my girlfriends always want to listen to the sinfulness that happened the one night this weekend that we didn’t go out together.

Aside from the fact that it was Easter, it was Sunday morning. And if you’ve ever worked in a restaurant, you know that this is the worst shift ever...BRUNCH!

Five of us on the floor, twelve pots of coffee (just for the servers!), eight parties, and the usual Sunday morning hangover; religious pamphlets instead of tips, five kids with one adult, and EGGS - ugh.

I was finally out of tables by 5:30 p.m., with thirty five dollars in my pocket. I decided that it was time for a few beers. I smashed two Blue Moons over a game of Asshole, seeing as Blue Moons were on special this holy Sunday ($3!!), left with twenty six buck and a new outlook on Easter family.

The REAL family we find are the ones that sympathize with the pain of a Sunday morning; they get you the Imodium at 7/11 when you desperately need it half way through the shift, they make you a cheese steak for breakfast (on the house), and most importantly they make good company for you while you suffer together horribly at work on a Sunday morning - but then again, not everyone can have off on Easter.