Sure, last night might've been the official start to Passover, but in media land, we're not the only ones who miss deadlines. Which is why only today are we getting around to polling various personalities from inside the bubble as to their holiday plans, whether they're more likely to suffer from mother's guilt (and celebrate Passover) or daddy's drinking (and celebrate Easter) — or, like us, both. Let's see who else will be dipping their herbs (in gin) twice.

Jeff Bercovici, Women's Wear Daily
I attended a seder in the west village last night. We had Maxwell House-sponsored haggadahs that seemed to have been translated from Hebrew into Yiddish, then into Russian, German, and finally English, by someone who spoke none of those languages. This morning I had pancakes and pork sausage for breakfast. Take that, Yahweh!

Joe Scarborough, MSNBC
Going to be hosting an Easter egg hunt for my little girl's friends at our home in Pensacola, FL. If it's anything like last year, all the adults will be enjoying adult conversation and beer while I am dressed up like a 6'4" Peter Cottontail, sweating my rabbits' feet off.

Sunday to church and lunch with the family.

Tray Butler, HX
Normally Easter is the weekend of my annual pajama party, which has become a notorious tradition among friends over the years. I’m actually putting the ‘jamas and jelly-bean shots on hold this year for the sake of a more wholesome holiday, heading South to hide Easter eggs for my four-year-old brother. (Yes, there’s a bit of an age gap. Long story.) I’ll also hopefully catch up with a few friends in the ATL, and those kids are crrrazy. I’ll be packing some PJs, just in case.

Jack Shafer, Slate
I worship no deity, including the newly improved Jesus Christ. That means I'm available to break bread wirth anybody who asks me to attend their celebration. I have no invitations in hand, so I'll probably grill something and drink beer on Sunday.

Choire Sicha, New York Observer
Well, I don't know the month of Nisan from a Nissan. I prefer to use any of these less-high Holy Days to sit idly at my desk, IMing with the goyim. After sundown, I'll be playing poker, chain-smoking, and eating pepperoni pizza. Please send someone around on Sunday to roll away the emotional stone that keeps me trapped in my house on weekends.

Jesse Oxfeld, Gawker
I will, as always, be heading to the American Jew's promised land: The New Jersey suburbs. I believe today's Pesach Express leaves Penn Station at 5:20. I should be back in the city by 11 (as I was last night, too), ready to commence Gawking again in the morning. In observance of the holiday, though, I do write while reclining.

After the jump: Post-It Keith Kelly, Times ad man Stuart Elliott, Gawker gal Jessica Coen, Huffington Post's Rachel Skarl, and the NYO's Gabe Sherman.

Keith Kelly, New York Post
Trying to get as much family time as possible with my three sons and wife. On Saturday, we're all heading out to Shea Stadium for an afternoon game of the Mets vs. Brewers. Easter Sunday we'll make the 10 A.M. Mass and then we're heading out to Grandma;s house on Long Island for a traditional Easter dinner of ham and lamb, and wine. Kids do an Easter Egg hunt with some of their cousins.

I'm taking the day off on Monday. Some might think it is because in Irish circles, Easter Monday is a big holiday–it was on that day that the Irish Rebellion againt Britain–which eventually led to formation of the Irish Free State–started in 1916. Sure that's part of it, but on a practical level it's also that my wife is working as a nurse that day and the usually sitter is out of town.

On the media scene, Since many of my usual sources will be out for the week, I've banked a couple of BIG scoops in advance.

Stuart Elliott, New York Times
I celebrate Passover, and will be at Shea Stadium on Saturday watching the Mets play the Brewers. I plan to take the buns off the hot dogs and replace them with matzo.

Jessica Coen, Gawker
I’m a proud half-breed who will take neither my mother nor my father’s side on matters of resurrection and pesach. Unfortunately, fence-straddling doesn’t merit a day off of Gawker – but that’s the price I pay in order to eat leavened bread while laughing at the Sunday morning church-goers.

Rachel Sklar, Huffington Post
Sadly, I did not make it back home to Canada as planned so I had to content myself with calling in to my family seder and hearing about the delicious chicken soup with mandlen, roast baby potatoes, my mom's special chicken, charoset, grape tomatoes, poppyseed cookies, chocolate-iced lemon cake, and glasses of special Passover wine consumed while singing Chad Gadya (which, if you think about it, is about one very unlucky little goat). I am far more excited than I should be about my special Pesach treat of melting cheese on matzah in the microwave. Thank God diet coke is kosher (and if it's not, purists, I don't want to know - it shall be as the dust of the earth).

Sunday I was invited to a delicioius Easter feast, to which I will proudly bring my specialty, melted cheese on matzah.

Gabe Sherman, New York Observer
I will be Sedering tonight with extended family. My uncle is hosting the Passover extravganza. There will be much Matzah and perhaps a brisket. And this year, I've vowed to return sans a Manischewitz hangover.