March 4, 2013 | One week ago it was the Oscars, and the usual suspects gathered to critique the wardrobe on the Red Carpet and ooh and aaah over the awards. Since there was an enormous amount of turkey left over, we agreed to assemble again to observe.... It doesn't matter. Nothing at all really. Just because.
Having pigged out last week, this week would be relative famine — namely a big pot of turkey soup, lovingly crafted from the carcass of the aforementioned turkey.
Of course, no brunch would be complete without Bloody Marys de la maison to start. It was a lovely day for early March: the sun broke through just before cocktail time and the threatened high winds were merely a brisk breeze in the back yard. Accordingly, we convoked our festivities on the patio.
As usual we settled all the major affairs of the world, from the Pope emeritus and whether or not he would be allowed to wear his ruby slippers in his retirement to the sequester we really need, namely the Congress.
And then the coconut and agave liqueurs came out, and that's when things became a little exhuberant.
To make a long story short, check out the slideshow.
And somehow, when everyone had gone, eight and one-half hours had elapsed.
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