Posts Tagged ‘brunch’

Joaquin Plays Piano

We braved the snow of Brooklyn to see Joaquin play the piano and entertain us during the brunch hour at the Manhattan Inn in Greenpoint. That about sums it up.

This being a recurring gig for Joaquin, it is most probable that I will find myself back there on weekend mornings, in spite of the terrible service and lack of skim milk.

19

12 2009

KATG1000, part III

The first order of business on Sunday was to tidy up the house and conceal the craziness of the previous night. I am still amazed how dirty a kitchen can become in just two days. Seriously. Amazed. I mean, how did that black liquid get all over the inside of the freezer?

And lord, so many cans.

Predictably, after two nights of partying (super partying), the gang was pretty knackered. We slept in, and shuffled over to the resort’s Club House for a fancy pants brunch worthy of the whitest of white people, who play golf. ie, not me.

But even in soberness our rabble can have a laugh. The sunglasses may soothe the harshness of a hangover, but can’t mask our affection.

Back on the road for a lovely drive back to Maplewood. My sympathies are for Amie, Allison, and other Canadians who are charged with a 21-hour schlep back to Halifax, Ottawa, and other faraway lands.

Adieu, dear friends, until we meet again.

Oh, and on the way back, I made a wrong turn and found myself in Fawn Lake Forest, the small town where Betty J. and her family have a summer home, where Mike and I visited way back in 1998. Coincidence indeed.

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

12

07 2009