brunch ... is it breakfast? is it lunch? no ... it's alcohol.

first ...
happy birthday, mrs.twink!!!

second ...
sunday morning i arrived at jamie's house at a little before 10:30 a.m. he was off running errands for a few minutes when i arrived so i pulled out my new book and continued where i left off (yes, i brought harry potter with me ... i'm that much of a nerd).

so, he gets home and we pile into his car and head on down to this place--i can't for the life of me think of the name right now ... ugh, it's monday. give me a break!--to celebrate mrs.twink's birthday in the form of brunch. we were informed, previously, that for the price of $13.95 you got bottomless mimosas and bloody marys ... oh, and some food ... but the drinks? um, yeah, my kind of brunch.

so, we pull up and there is a line already forming with about 25-30 people in it ... all wearing board shorts or something similar ... all looking like college kids ready for spring break. jaime and i stayed in the car until we saw at least one person we recognized which happened to be suzanna (one of mrs.twink's bridesmaids). so we get out of the car and wait in line and it started moving. we go in, find a table at the back of the warehouse sized room and sit, awaiting the arrival of the guest of honor.

mrs.twink and the mr. arrive shortly after and there's lots of hugging, many 'happy birthday!'s and even a few gropes (thanks, mr.!). we sit back down and one of the waitresses--who resembles a hooter's girl--brings over several pitchers of bloody mary, followed shortly after by several pitchers of mimosas. this is how i like to start my sunday ... praise jesus.

i pour myself one, adding tabasco for that kick--btw, i'm feeling it this morning ... story for another day ... maybe--and begin drinking. mmm, it's like red gold with a spicy kick. it tasted pretty weak, however, but i figured since i had a pitcher of it pretty much to myself, i was sure to get my daily intake of vodka in breakfast form.

hooter chick comes back around and takes our breakfast orders and in the intervening time we all talked and caroused and had a glorious time. a game of musical chairs commenced as new people arrived and people who where already there, moved to different spots to sit with their friends who just came in, thus forcing the rest of us to slide down the length of the table to fit and fill the space. this happened at least twice.

the food arrives ... it's ok. i didn't get bacon and i really wanted bacon. bacon is my crack, sometimes. here's a conversation between myself, rob and jen.

me: i love bacon.
rob: oh yeah, man! me too.
jen: mmm.
me: i would fill a bathtub with bacon and just soak in it.
rob: oh definitely. fill it up!
theresa: raw or cooked?
me: cooked, definitely. when you cook it, you bring out the delicious saltiness.
rob: i'd lay in the tub and have someone just pour it all over me.
me: and then eat my way out.
jen: you'd die.
me: i'd die happy.

after we ate, people got up and started milling about and chatting with other guests. i was well into my 5th bloody mary at this point and i was feeling slightly buzzed ... and healthy with all that tomatoey goodness ... licopene!!!

it was at this point that mrs.twink and i became two retards posing for the camera. you know how you can tell small children and mentally handicapped people what to do and 9 out of 10 times they'll do it? yeah, that was mrs.twink and i.

jamie: look angry!
me: ::angry face::
mrs.twink: ::mildly irritated face::
jamie: geoff, i said angry, not constipated!!

i love jamie!

me: i get angry when i'm constipated! i'll never eat cheese again!

several other emotions followed: surprised, happy, confused, scared ... all performed by the two jesters ... mrs.twink and i. (author's note: i do have pictures and will add them.)

2 more bloody marys later: i'm now taking close up shots of mrs.twink's face to make one of those creepy piece-by-piece photos. we'll see how that turns out. mrs.twink looks at me and says, "geoff .. you and i are such nerds!" she's right. we're weird.

one of the highlights of the brunch, however, was when mrs.twink succeeded in eating her own fist. i. was. amazed. then the mr. tried ... his jaw doesn't unhinge like mrs.twink's does. i've seen her eat whole goats in one long swallow. it's rather impressive. i have photo evidence of this feat and will post it.

after brunch (which at this point at around 2:30 p.m.) we head over to hers and the mr.'s house to have some cake, which was amazing! the raspberry filling was to die for ... the icing was good too, but was really rich and difficult to eat in one sitting. we chilled out there for several minutes before jamie and i had to head out. ah, i had a great time!

i adore jamie and mrs.twink so much and i am so happy that we were able to share her birthday with her! there isn't much i wouldn't do for that woman, my god. i don't think i even ever said that when i was straight!