I have a tradition every Easter that can't be broken. The tradition is to get a bag of Jelly Belly's, a hollow 40 oz. Chocolate bunny, and a package of Peeps. When I get them, I sit down on my couch in my apartment, watch Ghost Busters, and have an Easter candy binge. This Easter, however, was very different.
After going to the store and buying the usual Easter goodness, I drove to my apartment. Everything was perfectly normal until I walked into my kitchen. There, on my boring, dusty countertop, lay an Easter basket. It wasn't one of those regular, pokey $1.00 Easter baskets, either. It was a beautiful basket with red velvet linen on the inside. Plastic Easter eggs were piled in it. The only thing missing was a card telling me whom it was from.
Name or not, I couldn't let the candy-filled eggs go to waste. I took my Easter goodies with me to the couch, popped in Ghostbusters, and flopped on the couch. First, I began with the Jelly Belly's. With great irony, I was biting the heads off of my marshmallow peeps during the party in the movie at the way end where the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man was stomping around destroying everything. When the movie was done, I was left with a dilemma. All of the candy was gone that I had bought, but I was still left with the Easter basket full of candy!
So I put in Batman Begins, my second favorite movie. By the end of the movie I was down to the last egg. To my surprise, it wasn't like all the other eggs. The others were regular-looking plastic eggs with a neon coloring to them. This egg was black, and on the top of it there was the Batman sign on it. It was in complete contrast with the other eggs, and I felt my curiosity growing.
In the background I heard the movie continuing on. "I never stopped thinking about you…." Rachel was saying to Bruce. I slowly opened the egg. The movie continued, "…about us..." There, in the Batman egg, was a golden ring; an engagement ring. I pulled out the ring, and engraved in it was one word. Babe