We ambled through the kitchen to the deck easily enough. Like this whole thing was no big deal. But once each of us filed through the sliding door, the competition was ON!
M elbowed R and slid down the stairs past him. Spotting people plucking bottles from deck corners, I blew past my competitors out into the yard. GB and K scoured raised beds. A yelped in delight as she snagged the Bonus Bud. My heart raced. I was empty handed! I inspected the nectarine tree. Was that a bottle next to the trunk? Yes! Score!
We were grown men and women, willing to body chuck each other for beer.
The Easter Bunny didn't mess around. She tucked a bottle between couch cushions, stashed beer in the BBQ and hid treasure in the rafters of the upstairs deck.
And after much scrambling, serious competition and uproarious laughter, the Easter Beer Hunt was over and everybody was a winner.
It's crazy how something so silly got us crazy competitive. When's the last time you got competitive when you didn't expect to?