I don’t get to see my Peeps as much as I’d like—it seems like most of the year they’re nowhere to be found. But that’s why Easter is a special holiday: It’s the one time I get to see all my Peeps together, with good foods, good tunes and most importantly, good gelato.
This was an especially big year because our friends at Paciugo Gelato sent us some special flavors from their Hermosa Beach store that they wanted me and my Peeps to try.
Arnie was especially excited.
Some of my Peeps carpooled, which you know I appreciated. That’s what I like about my Peeps, they always stick together.
The Peeps with green thumbs helped with the gardening and other party preparations.
They even helped me set up the Bloody Mary bar, which was, in hindsight, a mistake.
After a few hours all the alcohol was gone and my Peeps were completely wasted.
I don’t know if your Peeps are like mine, but when it comes to alcohol, they’re like little sponges. They totally started showing off.
Their behavior started to scare some of the other guests.
Then I found some of my Peeps up in the studio, cutting up all our important documents.
When I came back to the kitchen I was shocked! My Peeps had eaten every bite of the Mediterranean Sea Salt Caramel gelato and almost all of the Stracciatella. Luckily I had another container in the freezer.
But of course my Peeps had already gotten into the Amarena Black Cherry Swirl and Amaretto Chocolate Chip.
Don’t ask me what happened next but my Peeps were totally out of control. Apparently this tree in my backyard has these seedpods that apparently have hallucinogenic qualities? My Peeps gathered underneath this tree and soon they were all tripped out.
After that, things really started to get weird. My Peeps gathered around this cake my friend Emily made and started chanting.
Some of my Peeps started playing music, this really loud, ridiculously awful jam band music. Some of the songs were like 45 minutes long.
We started finding my Peeps everywhere, drunk, passed out, puking…sometimes all three.
A few of my Peeps stole the keys to Keith’s car and went for some kind of drunken joyride.
Which, sadly, ended in tragedy. But I think everyone here learned one very important lesson this Easter. Don’t ever let your Peeps near your gelato.
Or, be sure to always enjoy your gelato with your Peeps.
Check out the X-rated Peeps gone wild photos and some more refined Peep shots.
