day 117: bitches who brunch better

Hi pops, don’t worry this isn’t turning into a dirty-mouth blog!

The title is a nod to the other (less better) bitches who clued us into the best (and free-est flowing) mimosas in town.

Great morning. No pictures. De-licious crab claws, oysters, mussels, bacon, eggs, goat, goat cheese, raspberries, and chocolate-covered strawberries.  Suuuuuper fancy.  Suuuuuuuper yummy.

Mimosas and spread were nothing much compared to the company; easy talk, big laughs, and deep thoughts spanned our three-hour conversation. We closed with a walk through the courtyard and relief that our cars were un-towed. Can’t think of a better brunch (and that’s why we brunch better.)

Too bad you can’t know what we talked about. Secret club and all.

Anyway, I came home, cut my hair (let that sink in for a minute…) then A invited me on a date. And we had margaritas and guacamole and steaks. Basically, my food day was covered in awesome sauce.

Boom is asleep. I will be soon too.

I love the duck dynasty. Badasss. “parlez vous french fry?”

KT out

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