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EGGS

Easter is a non-starter for us. The heady mix of religous myth and bunnies with eggs is a big stretch.

Christmas is OK. A baby gets born and shepherds come by to visit. Wise guys bring gifts. Voila! A holiday that keeps on going.

Easter is a downer. Thorns, scorn, Mel Gibson.

It is also hard to get through easter here because it is the epicenter of gay and lesbian partying. The former Dinah Shore* golf tournament draws the girls from all over and the infamous White Party draws all the boys.

Well, not all of either, actually. There are a lot of locals like me that won't see or be part of any of it, despite our proximity. The town is so full of people that lying low is the best strategy to have a happy time.

An egg hunt is not the thing one would be doing in these crowds. The ogling of the buffed boy-bods would distract to say nothing of getting crowned with a golf ball.

So, it will be a safe and sane weekend for us. No coloring of eggs. No hunts. And above all, no chocolate.

But if you are somehow finding something to celebrate this weekend, have fun and don't forget to put the eggs in the refrigerator before you eat them two weeks from now.

* Renamed because of sponsors and the fact that no one except people of a certain age (and lesbians of all ages) remember Dinah.