Okay, so i go over to my Aunt Amy's house, and we have a nice normal easter afternoon there. We hide eggs, the little kids find them, and we have lunch, right? Right.

...then we go to my grandpa's. He's a bit eccentric about certain things, but he's nice. Its supposed to be for his birthday, since its today as well. A nice birthday/easter dinner. My Aunt Julie is there too, with my Uncle Jason. THATS where the trouble started. We sat down to eat and she started talking about Passover. We went through about 45 minutes of drinking grape juice, eating salt-water covered sprigs of parsley, etc... Plus they were going to serve us lamb. You know those little cute things you count when you go to sleep, the baby sheep? Yea... them.

Finally, as i'm about to try to impale myself on a ziptie, my stepdad stands up and respectfully says that we should go. He didnt want to be disrespectful, or start being so, so we left. He handled it very well. So we left and went to Izzy's Pizza and had our Easter dinner.

I dont mind Jewish people, seriously, the hottest gay guy i have -ever- met, is Jewish. But i'm a Christian. I DONT eat lamb for Passover Dinner on EASTER! >.<

Gah... theres my little rant, Happy Easter everyone!