I love the languorous nature of brunch. It starts with a sleep in and (usually) unhurried getting ready time. Then there is the soul rejuvenating coffee, the eggs and bacon or pancakes and most importantly, the excellent company of good friends.
Brunch always seems to be the most gossipy of shared meals. You can debrief the events of a big night, each person recalling different details and plots. You find out what people are up to in a bulletin that beats any newspaper or Twitter feed. Afterwards, there is a whole afternoon that can be filled with activity: shopping, more coffee, checking out an art gallery, seeing a movie or just aimless wander. It’s quite spontaneous.
Today I had a two-hour brunch with my friends KP and Galleria*. It’s been awhile since our last brunch, as KP has moved away and only Galleria remains on the arts board we all served on. At our last brunch, we all arrived wearing the same shade of green, which was a rather coordinated fluke that earned a paying out from Mario the owner. The strict instructions were not to wear green, so I thought I would be safe in a grey tank top with a print on it. However both girls turned up in shades of grey, so we managed to pull off our fluke for the second time running, though this time it wasn’t as obvious. I should have gotten a photo, but we were too busy chatting to pause for a “cheese!”.
So instead, here’s our no-it’s-not-St Patrick’s Day brunch pic instead.
We chatted about all the important things in the world:
- Christmas and the exchanging of gifts
- Plans for new years
- Plans for 2011
- Small-town gossip
- Animal Kingdom (the movie) and assorted TV programs
- Family and the mixed bag of love and hate that comes with it
- Work – the good, the bad and the blah
- Oprah’s visit to Australia
- My farewell party(s)
- Do they think I’ll come back with an American accent (the response was “no, but you’d better not”)
And surprisingly there was hardly any talk of any boys. There just wasn’t time between all that, my two coffees and Moroccan eggs. I heart brunch.
*She may be of Italian descent, but her real name doesn’t translate to Gallery.
a little cameo 