Sunday, March 23, 2008

No Chocolate Rabbits Here

Sunday, March 23, 2008
When I was growing up, we went to Vegas a lot. 9 times, in fact.

But the very first time was over Easter Break during which I turned twelve. My brother was nine.

Mom told us that the Easter Bunny didn't 'do' Nevada.

I'm pretty sure Al thought the Rabbit had died crossing the I-15.

I was too old for fun already at that point, but it did mark the end of the Easter Morning Eggstravaganzas.

Later I discovered- I think, at least, that's how I remember it- that the chocolate had melted in the car. It's hot in the desert, even in April.

But you know, end of childhood traditions aside? It was an awesome family vacation.


Snowflake said...

I remember that Easter well. We woke up in a castle, had breakfast in Sherwood Forest and were serenaded by a mariachi band at dinner. And the Easter bunny couldn't find our room so he left the chocolate in the trunk and it melted. I think the next year I just bought jelly beans.
Just so you know, the Easter bunny doesn't "do" Arizona either.

Meg said...

Yeah, the Easter bunny doesn't do inner-city Calgary homes of twenty-somethings, either. Though, the Easter bunny did assist Allan and I on our nacho-and-beergaritas quest yesterday, so all is not lost.