Hugh Hefner and a Playboy Bunny at Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in Las Vegas

It’s like egging houses…only nicer…

Saturday night, having nothing better to do with my time (insert frowny face here), I decided to play Easter Bunny and go out Easter egging houses. No, this didn’t involve me donning my ears for Hef:

Hugh Hefner and a Playboy Bunny at Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in Las Vegas

And no, it didn’t involve chucking raw eggs at people’s houses either.

My version of egging houses involved dying up some Easter eggs and making jelly bean filled baskets for my friends. I made little notes that looked like this:

Easter Bunny House Egging Note - Egging houses for Easter

(not signing my real name, of course) and headed out at around 11 at night to drop them off.

I got to MattH’s house around 11:50 (I started at the furthest and worked my way back). When I got out of my car I saw someone walking to a car in his driveway, so I turned around and ducked my head down (real suave). Once whoever it was took off I ran like a mad woman to his door, left the basket then ran like a madwoman to get back. Then it took me a couple minutes of fumbling maneuvers to get around in his dead end street which and then managed to make a couple of wrong turns on my way out in other dead end streets (damn subdivision, I haven’t been to his house in over 2 years).

Then it was on to MattyK’s. The only obstacle there was having to run through a maze of cars. It also was about ready to start raining at this point I was terrified that all my work would go to waste and they’d either completely blow away in the middle of the night or the eggs and jelly beans would crack and melt all over their lawns and make everyone mad at me. Matt figured out it was me right away due to my obsessive use of pink.

I dropped JoeJoe’s off next. I tucked his behind a milk crate hoping that that would anchor it so it wouldn’t blow away. The next day, he apparently discovered it on his way to church and was thoroughly perplexed as to who the Easter Bunny was (this despite the fact that we had earlier had a conversation where I oddly and awkwardly confirmed that he would be sleeping there that night).

I next made it back to Brookfield where I dropped off Jenny’s (at this point it was really raining so I was getting worried) and Nadia’s (I had to run around the block with hers because I didn’t want to park in her driveway after 1 in the morning). And then drove back home to hang up my ears for the rest of the year.

I love playing Easter bunny! Its fun to bring presents to people in the middle of the night. You get the same thrill as you would egging a house or something, but even better because you’re doing good. I like making people happy.

The last time I did this I was a senior in high school. My friends and I went around to all our crushes and noncrushes homes and hid eggs and left notes from the Easter Bunnies. One of my friends had a crush on this one guy and so we decided to put “Will you go to prom with me?” on the note for him. Of course, what she didn’t know was that this guy had a huge crush on me at the time and he, of course, thought it was me asking him. I told him the truth but in the end we ended up going to prom together anyways.

Sorry to all those who didn’t get baskets (I am not driving to Nebraska or Virginia just to drop off some eggs, sorry). Hope y’all had a Happy Easter all the same!

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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