Words will fall short in describing what happened last night in the middle of a movie at the Fashion Square Mall. Fortunately, there’s a photo.
The Easter Bunny — seemingly in slow-motion with nightmarish hints of Donnie Darko — climbed the stairs of the nearly empty theater to sit next to, hold hands with, and pretend-drink the soda of my boyfriend. While he questioned our safety, Elizabeth, Betsy and I questioned our sanity. What exactly is extra in the Pibb Xtra, anyway? Gladly, both were in tact.
How long this encounter lasted, we’ll never agree — I mean, it was long enough for Beelzebunny to mime-beg for food! But we screamed and cried with laughter during what would have otherwise been a lackluster film.
Thank you for your visit, Creepster Bunny. Though your fluffy tail was gone too soon, you were well worth the price of “Admission.”