There seemed to be this phenomenon that once you abandoned the living room (your coffee in tow) and joined the brunch table, you became part of a collective, brilliantly dirty mind. The more of Krissa’s fabulous quiche and potatoes you ingested, the less inclined you were to make conversation not steeped in innuendo. I’m fairly certain that somewhere, going about her Sunday activities in her sensible shoes, my mother was blanching with maternal shame. Where did her daughter get such a mouth?
The collective mind, full of food and bloody marys (juice for me, as I still had the previous night’s alcohol playing games with my head), retired to the living room for some quality time with the Sunday paper. I am now fully convinced that the New York Times crossword puzzle was meant to be a group effort. And the group couldn’t have been any better equipped. Krissa’s entourage was all I’d expected and more. Shiv, who is perhaps the most luminous of beings I’ve met in a very long time, Biscuit, whose mother probably didn’t name him that, and Bill, whose train of thought is ever-so-amusingly easily derailed, provided hours of very charming entertainment.
When Shiv asked at some point in our revelries, “Can we keep you?” I was so delighted I nearly had to ask for a moment to myself. “Oh, do please! I’d love to be kept!” And when Biscuit announced that he liked me, I think I actually blushed.
But the high point for this silly girl came on the subway ride home, when the most charming man ever to be named after an English cookie, told me that I had lovely canine teeth. I spent the remainder of the ride giggling with my hand over my mouth, completely absorbed in my own dentia. And why didn’t I have a mirror in my purse to check those puppies out for myself? Lovely canine teeth. Lovely canine teeth. I have lovely canine teeth.
I am so very unstoppable.
Being “brunched” is a very, very good thing.
I shall curb my envy purely on the basis that having been on the phone a couple of times during proceedings (and also helping out with the Welsh-related crossword clue in a phone-a-friend stylee) I felt very much a part of things…
It sounds like a fabulous time was had by all!
oh my GOD we’re so keeping you.
oh yes, with the keeping. you understand rehoboth, there’s no way you’re getting away from us now!
bwa ha ha ha!
The dirty mind part made me think of the “Whose Line” skit where every sentence ends in “if you know what I’m saying.”
Seriously, yo. They’re just so perfectly pointy.
See, I *told* you you’d love New York.
Unusual trait to notice, but I have a tendency to say thing like that. I knew this girl once who had the most beautiful armpits, of all things.
i’m fairly sure there’s nothing better than sunday morning innuendo.
Damn it, if they keep you, what do I get?? I thought I got to keep you! There’s definitely not enough of you to go around….
English cookie… English cookie. Hmm, am racking my brain… HobNob? Rich Tea? Um, Jammy Dodger, Custard Cream? Garibaldi? Ginger Nut!?!!
um, biscuit. see? biscuit.
Ah, I get it – that’d be the English *for* cookie (she said, oh-so-pedantically and very apologetically, not wanting ever to criticise our Fish’s very fine writing).
Thanks for clearing that up. All I could think of was ‘Milano.’
Sounds like an utterly scrumptious morning.
How perfectly heaven sent!
That is so awesome to be in a new city and already have a brunch crowd!