Easter is an important time in our house. Not because of the religious significance of it, but because it’s a reminder of how blind and all-consuming young love can be.

We didn’t even realize it at the time, but the date we chose for our wedding happened to fall on Easter weekend. We got through the ceremony (an aunt had a heart attack in the church), and the reception was fun (even though we weren’t even old enough to legally have champagne). Where we ran into a problem was later that night, and the next day. We couldn’t get food or even anything to drink at the hotel :wall: and the next day, Easter Sunday, EVERYTHING was closed. No dining room, no local restaurants, nothing was open.:no:

Can you guess what we did?