The Brady Brunch 01/29/2010
 
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I have to zip off to NYC this weekend, where I lived for 5 wonderfully exhausting years. I owe a lot to New York, a   place where I really learned the meaning of  "open bar"(drink blue, vomit blue), and how to stand by the door where the catering came out at a fancy parties so I could have " dinner"  (Thanks Dan). In my exuberant, Crunch-addicted, pack-a-day cigarette smokin, fashion-enslaved life- I thought, like most newly born " New Yorkers" I was completley unique! What was my claim to fame?
I invented Brunch.
Thats right.
Brunch, with a capital B.
Well, I wasn't alone.....

In brief: get up on Saturday at 11:00 AM: choose a ridiculous outfit: men: Johnny Depp or John Hamm
women: Chloe Sevigny to Madonna ( the Blonde Ambition years)

Get to Felix around 12:00, put your name in for a table, give Tea a big smile,  order a " Special" (vodka- soda- splash of OJ) at the bar.
Get best table in the house: call all of your friends: order 4 bottles of Sancerre. Deleriously rotate friends on their Saturday errands, rendering them incapeable of what they were supposed to do, ensnaring them with outrageous stories, gorgeous guests and bottomless drinks. Dance on the table. Dance in your seat cause you got yelled at. Spend 50% of your paycheck on the bill. Get thrown out anyway.
I've been trying to re-enact this nonesense in LA ,  but, no luck yet. Anyone willing to sponsor?

High time to have Brunch people, do it this weekend!

Catch you next week!
xo
 
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