Sunday 1.24.10

After a solid 12 hours of sleep the text messages starting coming in for brunch requests. UGH. Was I really about to get up and go drink again? Yup. We started at the Se where the boys had checked in AND out a total of 3 times over the course of the weekend! So funny! The regular bartender was a no show so we had this other guy who was utterly incompetent and was not even remotely remorseful about the problem at hand. He couldn’t find anything, kept saying that he only worked the  pool bar upstairs, and was either high, half asleep or just plain dumb. I ordered a drink called “Grace” which has champagne, Cointreau and is served with blueberries and raspberries. He literally could not figure out what to do. This is our conversation:

Me: I would like a “Grace”

Guy: I don’t know what is in that.

Me: Well let’s take a look at the drink menu, it will be listed.

Guy: (blank stare)

Me: (I point to the menus) There are menus right there behind the bar.

Guy: (look of confusion)

Me: (I stand up and grab the menu) Yeah, here we go… cointreau, champagne and berries.

Guy: I don’t think I can do this.

Me: Do you even work here?

Guy: (snide look with indignant snicker) Yes I work here. I just normally work upstairs at the pool bar.

Me: Well you have a full bar here so I am sure you have the Cointreau and the champagne, I can live without the berries.

Guy: I don’t think it will taste right without the berries.

Me: Well let’s try it with the 2 ingredients.

Then he proceeds to help everyone else around me and totally ignores me and DJ who wanted the same thing. Finally after literally 10 minutes of watching this tool stumble over his own feet we ended up with this “beverage” that looked like dirty dish water and tasted about the same. This is not the way to live, people.

We moved over Brian’s American Eatery and ordered a bunch of hearty breakfast food… I had the monte cristo and also picked at Jonathan’s chicken and waffles and Trevor’s corned beef hash which wasn’t corned beef hash at all… it was corned beef on a muffin. Lame. (Side note, I cannot wait to eat at Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles next week when I go to LA!) We ran into the Naughty President and invited him to join us for brunch. He might have been a little overwhelmed by the crowd lol. We hung out with him while he ate and then dragged him to the Tivoli Bar. Of course I had to get cupcakes from Heavenly Cupcakes. Who, incidentally, have curbside pick up now! Call in and order and they will run them out to your car.

Hey Tommy, thanks again for making a douchey face in yet another photo.

And when the gays were completely over hanging out in a straight bar (that takes about 2 and a half minutes btw) we took cabs up to Hillcrest to do it. All. Over. Again. At this point I uninvited Mr. President and told him it might be best if he not join us. I don’t want to totally scare the shit out of him the day before he starts his presidency at Naughty America.

Hey I have an idea! Let’s go to Urban Mo’s! Look at Jenn feigning enthusiasm. And the ever so sexy Tommy Defendi.

DJ

The cranky mid-wife.

I heart Jonathan!

We love Jamie, too. She’s like smart and stuff. She’s gonna be a doctor. Trevor Knight in the middle.

By 8 pm we were back at my place listening to music and hanging out. Wresting matches, broken beds and Jagermeister shots! Your average Sunday  at Laura’s.