Today Sharon invited me to over to a small brunch with her at her apartment. Being raised in the South I was ingrained with certain Southern customs from an early age, one of which is to always ask the host if I needed to bring anything.
Bread, orange juice, and champagne.
Simple enough. Today though was Sunday, a day when almost everything tends to be closed. Add to that the fact that today was the Sunday after a national holiday and things seemed a little bit difficult. Eventually it was decided that I would just bring the orange nectar I already owned and stop by a bakery at the 50 Otages tram stop for a few baguettes and a boule.
Before I knew it I was at Sharon's apartment with a mimosa in hand and being introduced to her boyfriend Jacob who is visiting from the UK. For more than 7 hours my glass was never empty and other people began to arrive. The time passed quickly and yet was still filled with memorable moments - I was called BCBG by Jacob, Sharon broke a wine glass by accident, Darryl feigned falling out of a window.
This though, like all things, had to come to an end. And 6 bottles of champagne and 2 of red wine does tend to slow one down. Outside the rain was coming and it was decided that it was time the party came to an end. It wasn't until later that I realized that Sharon's brunch is one of the moments I will treasure the most about being here, but it is a potent memory and I will live off of it for months.
Bread, orange juice, and champagne.
Simple enough. Today though was Sunday, a day when almost everything tends to be closed. Add to that the fact that today was the Sunday after a national holiday and things seemed a little bit difficult. Eventually it was decided that I would just bring the orange nectar I already owned and stop by a bakery at the 50 Otages tram stop for a few baguettes and a boule.
Before I knew it I was at Sharon's apartment with a mimosa in hand and being introduced to her boyfriend Jacob who is visiting from the UK. For more than 7 hours my glass was never empty and other people began to arrive. The time passed quickly and yet was still filled with memorable moments - I was called BCBG by Jacob, Sharon broke a wine glass by accident, Darryl feigned falling out of a window.
This though, like all things, had to come to an end. And 6 bottles of champagne and 2 of red wine does tend to slow one down. Outside the rain was coming and it was decided that it was time the party came to an end. It wasn't until later that I realized that Sharon's brunch is one of the moments I will treasure the most about being here, but it is a potent memory and I will live off of it for months.
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