Easter And What It Means To Me:

Four days off.
The time to relax fully into my drunkenness instead of having to reign it in for Blue Monday.
Dancing.
The luxury of looking at the clock* to ascertain the day - not the time.
Smiles.
Daydreams.
Reading away the hours.
Wearing my most inappropriate clothing.
Experimenting with interesting narcotics.
Hunting for eggs.
Hopefully dancing on a roof.
Hopeful dancing.
Grinning from ear to ear.
Cracking a good bottle of red.
Over a heated discussions head.
Going out at 4am.
Coming home with new friends.
Rolling in the hay.
My salad day days.


*Except, inexplicably, when I least want to know the time - ie when 10 pm has rolled round again and i still haven't slept.