Today me and my friend Kizzy loaded up the car (fine, minivan) with children, pretzel goldfish, juice boxes, a change of shoes for some reason, sweaters, a camera and Easter baskets to head out to the Descano Garden for the egg hunt to end all egg hunts. This thing was known throughout the LA area to be spectacular. A few things we forgot: sunscreen and a flask. Yeah, it kind of sucked. First off, it was advertised as 4 dollars for the kids which includes a basket for a 45 minutes egg hunt. Not bad, right? Uh, you’d be wrong. It was 7 bucks just to enter the gardens and the line was longer than to get into Disneyland. Then it was another 4 for the basket but the kids were only allowed to pick up 5 eggs. In 45 minutes. Listen, if your kid can spend 45 minutes finding 5 eggs which are just thrown haphazardly on a lawn, I think you have bigger problems than the price of admission. I think you need a tutor. But more unappealing than the 5 egg limit was the 2 hour wait for the privilege of finding 5 eggs. Yes, the 9:30, 10:15, and 11 o’clock were sold out. The only tour left was the 11:45. Naturally we didn’t find this out until we reached the front of the line to buy tickets -which I bought but promptly resold to an unsuspecting family at the back of the line when I realized that I’d never survive the heat until 11:45.
Now, at this point, I just wanted to go home but Kizzy and I had children with us. Children who wanted to see the Easter bunny dammit! So see the Easter Bunny they did.
Does anyone else get the feeling that this “Easter Bunny” is mandated to register it’s whereabouts with the state every year?
This photo is courtesy of Kizz by the way.