On Sundays (ideally once a week, but realistically, once or twice a month) I'll send you an invitation to have brunch with yours truly.
As you see to your left, this winter weather has gotten me craving even the slightest hint of sunshine, flowers, and joy.
We’ll be getting together to dine, dish, and decipher the events in our
everyday lives. We polished ladies love to unload and unwind over brunch.
I’m not sure how you prefer your
brunches, but there’s a system to our conversation. As polished ladies, we’re
so organized that even our conversations flow in a proper order.
Phase 1: Small talk
Phase 2: Complaints & Boasting
Phase 3: TBD
Perhaps we only look polished on Sundays. Our perpetually ladylike conversation
will come soon, I’m sure.
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Today is a Jane day.
We approach the restaurant at
the same time, coming from opposite directions.
We hug one another, fondly but
delicately.
We kiss one another on either cheek.
We’re polished, ladies. Oh so
polished.
We enter the dimly lit restaurant,
sun shining through the front window, the low hum of music heard softly beneath
the murmuring voices of seated diners. So cozy.
We’re seated, menus in hand,
devouring the black script ravenously.
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I’ve been looking forward to a sugary,
carb-loaded brunch all week.
For those of you planning to kick off
the month of February with a Superbowl party, you’ll need all of those carbs to
soak up the alcohol in your system later on tonight anyways, right? Soften the
blow of that hangover and you’ll be (somewhat) good to go tomorrow morning for
class or work.
Or at least that’s the advice I’m
giving you this afternoon.
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The waitress comes over to ask what
we’d like to drink. I’m ready to order. Are you?
Well, I hope you can figure out
before I’m done ordering.
I mean... JK? Ha…ha, I really do
adore you, darling.
I’ll have a hot tea, English Breakfast,
soy milk on the side…
and a splash of patience while I weather
this storm of your indecision…
I jest, I jest. As Sean Kingston once
said, “She’s indecisive. She can’t decide.” Shout out to modern day music for
teaching us so many useful things. I can imagine the scores of young students
who used that sentence as an example for their vocabulary homework… and possibly
had points deducted.
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I sip my tea, eyeing you over the
ceramic rim as you vacillate between sweet and savory.
I’m telling you, you can have savory
any time that isn’t brunch. How often is your sweet option offered? Only
brunch. Decision made.
Or next weekend we can dine on both
Saturday and Sunday so you can have sweet one day and savory the next.
What am I getting?
The Vanilla Bean French Toast is my
vice of choice.
The delightfully fluffy brioche
bread, a sweet crème brûlée batter, puffed to perfection… Soon to be dredged in
Vermont Maple Syrup by yours truly. See, darling, I told you sweet is the way
to go.
The waitress returns. I am delighted.
We order.
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Now I sip my tea with excitement.
This week has been crazy. Entering
Phase 2…
SUBJECT: THE ARMAGEDDON BLIZZARD
Absolutely one of the worst-timed
snow storms for me, personally. Snow days are nice and all, but I’m also no
longer at an age that I would like to play in the snow. Quite contrarily, it
ceases all of my progress.
Terribly awkward that New York City
was the first (and really, the only city I heard) to warn people about the
upcoming dangerous conditions, citing this storm as one of the worst since 19??
Alternatively, could’ve been the worst blizzard of all time.
6” do not a blizzard make,
thankfully. I had a flight to catch. Shout out to my New England for catching
the worst of the storm.
But now that flight…. Sweetie, do not
get me started.
And JFK is now officially my least
favorite airport of all time.
Sidenote: am I the only one that
walks past first class in awe of all of the things that economy is missing? Why
don’t I get calming blue lights to illuminate my bag under the seat as I prop
my legs up on the fully reclined pseudo-bed? Where is my little chandelier? My
partition?
Patiently waiting for my upgrade. Who
do I need to bribe first?
SUBJECT: JET LAG
Still whining about it in private,
but I refuse to be perceived as anything but elegant and well-traveled.
SUBJECT: AIRPLANE ATTIRE
All I’m saying is, are those heels
really necessary right now? There’s no way she quickly took off those strappy
heels at TSA.
She must’ve had TSA Pre-Check.
And she was in coach. Who was she
trying to impress in coach? Save the strappies for first class, honey… or just
wear boots like everyone else in the middle of winter.
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The food comes. I love food.
I rarely, if ever, take pics of my
food for Insta... I'm so in the zone, I always forget.
But seriously, no worries if you
always do. No judgment. Do what makes you happy, girl!
If you’re really that curious to see
my delicious French Toast, you’ll have to lean over and look yourself.
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We eat our food slowly and daintily,
as polished women typically do.
We sit up straight before, during,
and after we eat – no matter how much we may want to slump in our chairs from
the caloric overload.
We both offer to pay the bill, with
no true intention of paying for the whole bill ourselves. We split it, of
course, then we’re on our way.
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My week has truly been an adjustment
period, and it will probably continue for the next few weeks. I don’t have too
much else to dish about,
unfortunately. Hopefully when my life settles down a bit I’ll have more
material for phase 3. In the meantime, I will certainly be taking life
step-by-step and day-by-day for as long as I can. I feel incredibly grateful
for where I am in my life at the moment, and I hope that you do too! Even if
things aren’t quite going the way you’d like them to (which is probably what’s
happening in all of our lives to some extent).
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How has your week been? Have you made
any plans for the upcoming week as a result of this one?
Thank you for spending your Sunday
brunch with me!
Until next time, darling.
Kiss. Kiss.
Dionna
