three of cups - # 13 - cops included

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I need a moment,  a breath, before even trying to describe this past weekend.  It was truly an experience,  but wow, how to put it into little words.    Spectacular, spectacular, always the vernacular.  So, let me take you on the journey, yes?

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My door is open to all, and the lovely Kathleen and Mark arrived in the city on Friday to make the weekend  sparkling and beautiful.  We had just enough time for dinner,  a drink and costume changes for the gathering at Rebel.  The theme this week?  Think of the sexiest Arabian night fiesta, mix some glitter and feathers together, then cover it with black light and henna, and that will give you about 10% of the eye explosion we experienced that night.  It's so funny, when you have a costume party to go to, if you're dressing alone, any flurried piece of grandeur may be easily forsaken, however, having a gang of costume revelry at your finger-tips can tip the scale from the mundane to adding silver snakes, gold necklaces, and lots and lots of bells.

The lovely Linda

And so it was, that we preened and masked our way to the ball.   We danced and danced and celebrated until the light started to tip the night away, and I went home to crash.  Spent Saturday getting to Jersey to hang with the family, check out Rio (funny), and back home for another cosy night with the Leskos.  I knew that brunch was going to be an experience, with response after response of affirmatives, until the Maitre-D at Three of Cups answered my calls with "Yes, Nikki?" But my mind was sufficiently blown when we finally settled at twenty peeps, with folks dropping in and out at the centrally located cafe.

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We sat and broke bread together, and had lots and lots of unlimited mimosas and bloodys to wash it down.  Will I ever get tired of this? No freaking chance, not when you can actually vibe with peeps, get together outside of a party environment, and just be .   The server was amazing, and she kept up with our changes to the menu, doubling us up with drink orders, and making the placing and taking of hot plates appear effortless and gracious.

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The restaurant itself is in a cool corner of the East Village, and we had french doors opened to let the sunshine in, and kept adding tables to the end as more peeps arrived.  The manager was super-accommodating, and I'm not sure he's seen the likes of us there in a while, as many of us still wore remnants of Friday/Saturdays festivities.

The food itself got mostly rave reviews, my baked eggs with green peas was divine, as were the omelets with sauteed onions and ricotta cheese, bread and oil, and oven poached salmon.  I'll definitely come back.

let the sunshine!

artistians approaching

Of course, after the meal finally ended and the drinks were finished, what else was there to do, but head to Jason's apt, which was conveniently on the same block , to head to the roof-top for some afternoon champagne and mural painting.  By now, the crew had converged, changed, expanded and stretched across blankets and sheets on the floor, dancing to the tiniest sounds from an iPhone, and it really started to feel as if Spring had arrived.  We made art, fingers sticky from spilled champagne, and magenta  and sapphire blue hews.

Watching the sunset over the village, saying sweet goodbyes and excited hellos, I finally got to take another breath, and close the book to another amazing brunch.  #13, how sweet you were.

cops

Oh and yes, the party ended with the cops coming.  Noise complaint, yes!

BRUNCH #13

PLACE:    Three of Cups    

EATS: Baked eggs on a bed of plum tomatoes, onions & peas, Open faced omelet w/roasted peppers & spinach, unlimited mimosas and bloodys for 5$ extra.....= lots o bloodys.
TRACKS : Let the Sunshine in
OUTSTANDING WORD: pet peeve
OUTSTANDING QUOTE:  "I want to live inside Tina Fey's frontal lobe." 
"It's like a curse word - the Meatpackingdistrict".