What a Successful Easter Weekend!

Easter passed and, as I'm sure you know, all went well. The old guy poked his head out of the cave, turned something into something and now winter has ended.

Or there won't be 40 days or 40 nights of anything.

Or that whore Mary won't be hookin' on the corner anymore. I don't know, but suffice it to say it was all good.

Steve and I had a surprisingly busy weekend, and no, we didn't go to The White Party in Palm Springs. (Regardless of what anyone else will tell you, The White Party is a big drug-fueled weekend where everyone comes out of the clubs looking all Picasso. We're too old for that sort of thing so we chose to sleep and eat food in LA instead.)

This meant we went spinning Saturday morning. Steve then did some freelance for a new Disney Princess DVD. Then we bought some new Jonathan Adler sheets for our bed. Then we spent the afternoon with Steve's dad. From there we hit our friends Anthony and Karianne's house for Anthony's birthday.

This is always a super fun event, because all their friends have children. That means loudness, laughing, and some crying when children slam into the wall. But then Steve and I can play the wacky guncles and the kids stop their wailing, amazed that anyone can dance or sing like us.

I pulled my leg muscle doing high kicks. Good times.

On Sunday, in honor of our Risen Lord and Savior, we went for a hike in Runyon Canyon's poostacle course.

(WORD OF THE WEEK Definition: Noun. A public path that is so littered with dog feces that it becomes an obstacle course to maneuver through. Thanks to Amy for that one.)

After a nap on the new sheets--soft comforting goodness, I have to say-- we joined some friends for drinks at Marix in West Hollywood. I'd heard Jesus liked himself some tequila so it seemed fitting. Olé!
FYI - Brian (next to Steve on the left) and Derreck on the far right are single. I'm all about helping the friends out.