Easter

Rochester, NY

Easter weekend is wrapping up and it’s been one to remember. A new tradition was started today: Masters at the Harrison’s. After morning church and a quick lunch, the Easter festivities began. Then came chicken wing dip (the best). Mom busted out the veggie tray and our family friends, the Chenette’s, arrived. In tow was a tub full of shrimp, pre peeled and ready to be devoured.

All the while, Phil Mickelson was battling to win his first major. For the first 11 holes, he carried the weight of our house and most of the Augusta fans on his back. We’re not sure what happened, maybe he heard my sister telling him to get his head out of his butt, but he turned it on. He went from looking like he had no shots in his bag, to having “it.” He had the look. You knew he was not going to falter. Although we second guessed his heart a few times and said Els had him, he did it. He deserved it. You should have heard us yelling at the table. We scared my Mom a couple of times with our yells. The shot on 14 (I think) was awesome; he almost holed out from the fairway. And of course, the put on 18, we went wild. This happened after we lifted the huge TV into the family room so we could see it from the dining room table (we had to watch).

After the vibe of Mickelson winning, it was decided that watching the Masters on Sunday would become a tradition. Friends, food, and golf are not a bad thing. You know it’s exciting when people who are put to sleep by golf are hooting and hollering with us. Enough about that. It was a good feel today. We’re glad for Phil.

Easter was a fun time. I am lucky that I have a family where I want to go home, sit in the house for most of the weekend, and spend time with them. Not everyone has that. It will be sad when I leave tomorrow, but it’s time to get back on the road and see what’s out there.

I borrowed a book from a friend that lists off the beaten path things to do (thanks, Sean. I hope Aruba was cool). I’m anxious to see.

Have a good one,

Andrew