There’s a good chance that if you’re under 30, and you live in LA, the rest of your family does not. Some people call us transplants, but during holidays, we are often referred to as “LA Orphans”, because while the rest of America is celebrating at home with their families, we are typically celebrating with each other, and using it as an excuse to get extra intoxicated and obnoxious on social media.
Easter is no exception to this phenomenon. I can guarantee that the majority of people in Hollywood had absolutely no idea that it was Easter Sunday until they saw someone hashtag it on Facebook, and then used it as an excuse to take Sunday Funday to the next level (i.e. Me). You may be scoffing at our lack of family and religious involvement, but when your family lives in another state, your religion is your social life, and you have absolutely no sense of time, an Easter-egg hunt pool party really doesn’t sound like a terrible idea. Too bad we forgot the eggs and the hosts were still awake from the night before.
You know things are getting weird when everyone starts to pile in the fuzzy chair.
After explaining to my mother that I couldn’t Facetime her at my cousin’s house in Miami yet because I had just woken up at 11am PST, I gathered myself and my fellow out-of-state friends and dragged them up to the pool so we could start the holiday festivities. For a moment, I considered the idea that taking tequila shots at 1pm while a live-feed of Coachella was playing on a bigger than big screen by the pool would be sacrilegious, but then I remembered that religion is bullshit, and anything we were doing wrong would be frowned upon ten times less than what was actually going on at Coachella.
[[BREAKING NEWS: Just had to pause my blog post because a random man knocked on my door at 8:40pm ish asking if I was “Alyssa”, he knew my full name and said he was from Craigslist…I searched Craigslist and have nothing on it, so if I die, he was about 5’6″ and looked Asian with a dark tan, shaved black hair, and red flannel button down shirt. Not joking.]]
Anyway, after we thoroughly petrified the two Pink Dot delivery guys who seemed to hang out for a bit longer than necessary, we decided to play dress up in the spare clothing the clothing designer-host had that was entirely appropriate for Easter. I sported a fuzzy white cardigan over my bikini with bunny heads on it, while my two friends opted for pastel t-shirts that said, “Shopping is my Cardio”…I would like one made that says “Pool Parties Are My Cardio”.
Le Petit Ermage
There really is no point to this post other than to exploit the very aggressive way we celebrate holidays in Hollywood, and that was further proven when we decided to head to Pearls, thinking it would be packed for Easter brunch, and hardly anyone was there…not because they were in church, or with their families, but because they too were at one of the many “Easter pool parties”. But we didn’t give up our quest for festive debauchery. We took our fireball shots and responded to an Instagram comment on one of my photos from a friend inviting us to the rooftop pool of Le Petit Ermage, where we found about a dozen other LA orphans, as well as a dozen disapproving looks from the hotel’s staff.
Alyssa is a self-made, full time travel blogger who loves adventure and typically travels the world solo. She's been to 53 countries and 6 continents so far, and believes she has mastered the art of chasing waterfalls, traveling solo, wine drinking, and making budget-traveling look good. Curious to know how she started this career? Check out the About section above!