Woops. Hi, blog.

Today is Easter. Today I will go to a Sox game at the Cell with some coworker friends. One coworker friend who will not be joining us at the ballpark asked me on Friday if I was going to NY this weekend. I looked at him puzzled and asked "Why?" He sort of yelled "You go home for the birth of Christ, but not the Resurrection?!" He laughed afterwards, but it was that sort of an oh-shit-I-freaked-her-out-better-pretend-I-was-joking laugh. Don't yell at a girl who works in HR about religion. Also, this is America; I know Jews who celebrate Christmas. Also, believing that Christ was born is one thing, believing in the Resurrection takes faith, and I'm not so sure I've got that.

Anyway, I will be at the game today on Easter Sunday. I am packing several layers, my camera, and the new US Weekly (for the train ride down, only). Lilo is so alone. I need to finish reading about it.

Sometimes when I'm channeling Lil Ged, my inner rapper, I think of rhymes. This isn't a rhyme: "My Easter bonnet be a White Sox cap!" I've been reading a lot of Snacks and Shit lately (thanks, Alissa!), and thinking about bad hip hop lyrics 'round the clock.

I should go shower and plan out my layers now. I'm back!

Oh, and my mom is coming to town tomorrow. This should be interesting.