Gentle readers, this weekend your MatchGirl and Boyfriend entertained a few friends for what my little posse refers to as "drunk Easter." The tradition started many years ago, on an unusually bright and sunny Easter Sunday.If memory serves, the first one involved a British fry up, some boys in pastel suits, a walk over the Williamsburg bridge, a rooftop sing-a-long in the East Village and perhaps some steaks... As it's "drunk Easter," it also involved the drinking of a bunch of alcohol, so you'll forgive my fuzzy memory.



