Brunch #6 with a birthday twist

no idea

I don't know whose hairbrained idea this was to do 52 freaking brunches in 52 weeks.  It's Brunch #6, and it feels like a month of living was crammed over three days,  which,  when you look at that, sounds kinda....awesome.  It WAS!  If I were to write everything that happened over the weekend, it would be a freaking epilogue and no-one wants to read all the nitty-grittys, so I will try to...summarize, best I can.

protest = good

ftf, it was my birthday weekend,  so it started off with an impromptu party at Les Enfants on Friday nite..which led to a dance-off with lovely strangers until it was time to go home...for a nap, then up for the pro-choice march in front of city hall.

Listening to Chuck Schumer tawk like a politician from the 60's, is like being transported there.  Ask not what you can do for condoms, ask what condoms can do for yoooou...(finger pointed to crowd)...ok, then it was off to Canal St for some dim sum - btw, they put meat in everything...even the fried tofu had petrifried dried shrimp in the middle and the sticky rice had a boiled little piece of hot dog in it....just saying...

i give this one a aiitt

then, back home to immediately change for birthday dinner at the Grotto, and my friends are truly lovely peeps... so much fun was had , dancing to the sounds of DJ Sabo and DJ Wiseacre alll nite long, until I look up and it's 7:00 am, so again home for a 3 hr power nap, then FINALLY, it's time for brunch.

Now, let's try to get the crew on the phone, shall we?  Oh, you can't come to brunch because of my party last nite?  Right, of course, no worries... (what else can i say? good reason!)  so, we chose Nero for brunch, however, when we almost got there,  we realized Nero had gone bye bye... no more 15$ brunches in the meatpacking.

new gunkle?

So, Christine and I were the only ones standing and we were on the hunt to find a brunch, and we did...Philip Marie.  My brother showed up with my niece...and finally we begin.  The food was unremarkable, typical brunch without a pop.  The service was incredible, and the bartender, Paul was from Strongg Island, yup yup, insert any reference to the Situation you can..

Then, we just HAD to go back to Paradou, pick up some red-bull on the way, check out the music, get some more Bellinis,  then up to the Shangri-lai to watch the Oscars.   I sort-of made some Gin stu-ter-ter-tinis, took two sips, and finally, was unable to see.

My good friend Christine was given the honors of escorting me home..... ok, I was begging her to take me home, because I was close to the edge.  Which i finally crossed over and indulged in a good old-fashioned meltdown complete with drunken tears, living the dream of being a puddled mess on the floor until I eventually passed out.

Happy Birthday to ME!!

BRUNCH #6

PLACE: Philip Marie 

EATS: BLT sandwich, Vege Omelette, Eggs Benedict and ok bloody marys.  also, red-bull,
TRACKS : Woman of the World
OUTSTANDING QUOTE: "urban myth dispelled...they have red bulls in those marketing cars."
NEW WORDS:   vajayjae - plural of vajayjay .   congunkles - confused gay uncles.