Oh…My… God…. I just woke up from a Mimosa-induced coma… er… nap. So if you’re in San Francisco, you have to do Sunday Brunch at Lime. All you can drink Mimosas for $6 or something like that. The food is pretty damn great too– fluffy biscuits, and I always order The Fritata (always = both times I’ve been there). I met my brother there today at 10:30. I actually got there a tiny bit earlier, so was one of the 1st people to get in. This gets a tiny bit confusing. We were supposed to meet his friend Andre there, but then I was told we would not be meeting him at Lime, as he has no car… so when I got in, I asked for a table for 2 — and of course, get started on my Mimosa. I call Barak to see where he is, and he says he’s here. I can actually see him standing outside. I tell him to walk on in. He doesn’t. I call back again… he had not understood that I was already here, with a table already (as you can imagine, with all you can drink Mimosas, this place is pretty popular). Apparently, I was supposed to get a table for 3, not 2… so they move us to a larger table.. then it’s decided that we need an even larger table, as Amy (Barak’s roomy) will be meeting up with her friends, and we’re joining groups. So… we got moved yet again.

Barak had described his Sunday Brunches at Lime to me as “Sort of like Sex In The City” I completely agree! There were 8 of us, drinking (and doing some eating as well), and going around the table updating everyone else on “what’s new” - relationships, work, etc… It was a blast (did I mention it was my bro, myself, andre, and 5 hot chicks? oh yeah… and all you can drink Mimosas!)!

I was really sad though for a while when we left. Not because we left (which meant that I could no longer drink all the Mimosas I can drink), but because of what happened last time I was here. I had gone Solo, as Barak had stuff to do. I brought my laptop and camera, and worked while drinking. I met some interesting new people, and got pretty drunk. For those who don’t know me, I’m a goofball naturally…. even more so when intoxicated on anything. I walked home drunk (it’s only a few blocks), and called my girlfriend (at the time), and left a really funny drunken message. I can’t even remember what I said… but I remember that after she picked me up from the airport, she played it back to me, with a huge smile on her face, and sparkling eyes. She had also played back that message to all the girls at her office… That was in November. I am not concerned that I have no one to call my own at the moment, nor that it’s Singles Awareness (Valentine’s) Day in a few days. It was just that on the walk home this time, I had an overwhelming urge to call that ex. I’ve actually been thinking a lot about her on this trip, and it pains me not to call. Long story, non of your business.

Back to the present-
The girls had actually wanted to go Biking afterwards, and I was down for it… despite not being sure how well I’d ride while intoxicated. They called us up to reschedule the biking though, so Barak and I went to buy him some clothes for his Ski trip next weekend. He has much nicer Ski clothes than I do now! I was just there as the assistant/llama. I carried everything, and then when something didn’t fit, I’d go search for another size. After a while though, I sort of passed out on the bench, until I was needed. We came home, and I passed out for a few hours. That’s the downside of Mimosas.

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