(Never start your sunday readin C+D. Or watching anything related to Kim Kardashian.)
1. Favorite brunch host, who was, last time you checked, fired, has been unfired.
2. Shaz, Michelle, booze, breakfast, good times.
3. “Would you like another champagne?” says cutest waiter ever as bread pudding miraculously appears and brunch participants finish last call.
4. “I just found these extra champagnes, I don’t know where they came from!” says favorite host, well after serving time ends.
5. Roscoes!
6. “Uh-uuuh! Is it just me, or is she cute as hell?” Me, getting jealous over new girl crush talking up Shaz over investments and such. *Gas face*
7. “Oh, no, too much drunk!” When the Boystown mens make you their pet, it’s time to reevaluate. Not because you are their pet (works), but because you need to either be home working or at least not flirting with gay men,
8. Or gay women. No matter how cute. (Am I gay? Not likely. But I do, now and then, talk to a particular woman and go, “Damn. You taken?”)
9. The hangover kicks in before you go to sleep.
10. Aw, lawd. Too much drunk on Sunday. Jesus Wept.
You forgot to mention the popularity that was us with waiters, chefs, and additional people stopping by just to chat!
And hugs, and Duck Walk, and me falling on my ass in the bar…and then us dancing like crazy people.
Good times, good times.
I’ll post pics tonight!
My liver hurts just hearing about you guys’ sunday.
Michelle: OH GOD. THERE ARE PICS?
*hides*
Duck Walk! I’ve never been, but we order from there all the time. Me, I like the pineapple fried rice and the chicken satay.
It is strange reading a blog from the same neighborhood.
There.Are.Pictures…coming to a blog near you (i.e. mine)
Orange: Hey, we’re pobably even in the same place sometimes! It’s kinda creepy, but kida neat, IMHO.