Divine Providence, Mostly Bunnies
The weekend had to be good. After we were being beaten up on Thursday, close to being crucified, it was time for some good old resurrection in the days to come. I decided not to keep a schedule and put my trust in divine providence to carve out a path for me. As it turns out, that path was filled with bunnies.
Because Easter is like Halloween, but with a very limited set of outfits.
Friday kicked things off at [Club] 511. Spotless. Shiny. The kind of place where nothing bad is allowed to happen on aesthetic grounds alone. LIO was behind the decks familiary doing what LIO does, which is all I ever really need to call a night a success. The weekend was off to a better start than the week deserved.
Now, I have to tell you that it's only by the powers of recuperation that bunnies possess (you know how they can't stop, won't stop) that Easter actually happened this year, because what I did not anticipate was ending up at a cage fight the next day.
I won't tell you how it happened because I'm still not entirely sure. What I will tell you is that one of the participants was a bunny, and the bunny did not win. It was messy. It was also genuinely exciting, which feels like the wrong thing to say, but here we are.
From there I moved on to Stardust Hallow where, predictably, more bunnies. The grid had clearly received a memo I hadn't. I stopped questioning it and took out my camera, which is what I do when I've run out of other responses to a situation. Now I have to tell you, Stardust Hallow was outright magical. DJ Invad3r definitely played a part, but that place carries its own weight. Blossoms all around, a slow sunrise sneaking in while we just kept going.
It felt almost suspiciously perfect. Touched by grace.
When Easter finally did arrive, my morning started slow. Slow enough to end up in Fogbound, pretending it was for soul searching. Nothing much was happening, but someone had brought flowers.
Spring, apparently, had entered the chat.
By the time it was evening, BARDECO had no bunnies. Either I'd finally become immune, or I'd simply stopped seeing them the way you stop seeing furniture. It didn't matter.
What I did notice was Annan Adored, whose skyworks I have admired for some time and told her I adored them, the pun landing exactly as intended. Then I took her picture. Then I took several others.
When I came back from the photo run, the club was empty. There's a feeling that comes with walking back into a room everyone has just left. A brief moment where you genuinely cannot tell if the system stopped or if you were simply not included in the group chat. It passed quickly.
It turns out we are one congregation, because the moment I checked where to go next, everyone had already arrived at LIQUID9 Lounge ahead of me. And yes. More bunnies.
I really should have seen that coming.
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