ginger weekend.

friday night was spent at mama's, the delancey, and crudo with two cnn employees and many vodka sodas.

saturday morn: BRUNCH CLUB! who knew you had to have a reservation at essex? who knew that a place that usually has a line snaking around the block even took reservations? not i. we hoofed it to the sunburnt cow and began to form the rules for brunch club:

1) one must wear loose-fitting clothing
2) one must sit outside (if possible)
3) one must, after attending a brunch club meeting, attend a nap club meeting
4) if you haven't spent $30, you're doing something wrong

i had a salmon and avocado eggs benedict and many bloody marys. scarny's benedict came with crab cakes. v+ had the steak sandwich.

saturday night was spent celebrating an engagement with a variety of former and current georgians, a too-sweet $10 ginger cocktail, and many glasses of wine at happy ending.

today? whole wheat ess-a-bagel with sun-dried tomato tofu, a diet cherry coke, and doin' laundry. (oh, should i just drop it off? or should i spend the day in the laundromat? decisions, decisions...)

between all that and brainstorming ideas for the brunch club logo, i'm exhausted.

ps- is it just me, or does eleanor clift have a voice like fingernails on a chalkboard? i mean, really, eleanor. shut up.