Our ECHL hockey team used to have Sunday brunch with the team before their Sunday games for season ticket holders. It was cool. Eggs Benedict and hockey actually do go together.
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
(My pal Tom went by himself once, completely disheveled, and the waiter said "You only survivor!" to him...)
HA!
There's a story about Bindi Irwin getting her own wildlife show, and my first thought was, "In twenty years it's going to be 'Dr. Bindi Irwin, famed conservationist and daughter of the legendary Steve Irwin.'" Dad would be proud.
Whup Monster Beat-Downs are also terrorism.
Hopefully some fed will arrest the Whup Monster and hold it for an indefinite period in an undisclosed location while torturing aggressively questioning it.
I think the Whup Monster is just misunderstood.
(My pal Tom went by himself once, completely disheveled, and the waiter said "You only survivor!" to him...)
That's hilarious.
Now, every time I have brunch, I'm going to be scouring the room, looking for male platonic friends there together with no girls.
I think the Whup Monster is just misunderstood.
That's the kind of wooly-headed liberal thinking that leads to getting eaten.
That's insane Whup-Monster logic.
Dear Studio 60: Seriously, shut up with the sketches.
Dear Aaron Sorkin: Stop being so Aaron Sorkin-y. Seriously.
I just found out I'm getting an award from the Legal Aid Society for Pro Bono work!
YAY!
I've done brunch alone.
Freak.
See how my worldview is untouched? I won't have to revise it until at least three more of you freaks show up.
Add me to the list, but aren't you on it too?
With brunch I need mimosas, or at least the opportunity thereof. I've done it solo and with one or more friends, never with an SO.