The best Easters I had were when I went to Vigil Mass Saturday evening at St. Patrick's Cathedral in Manhattan.
Afterwards I went out with my friends Austin and Marian and got very drunk.
I mean, I never intended to get drunk. It just happened. One drink at a time.
There's no better way to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour than drinking martinis and and getting so drunk that you wake up the next morning underneath shrubbery at a park in downtown Brooklyn with limited recollection of how you got there.
But hey, there are worse places to wake up.
He is risen.