as i mentioned, Stephen and i went out for brunch with my parents on sunday. my mom had wanted to sample a place that she was thinking of having my sister-in-law's baby shower at so she made reservations at a place called the Bistro. the food was good, the menu was a little limited, and the Mimosas were quite botomless. all in all, i'd give the entire experience a 7 out of 10. the reason i bring this up, is because having brunch with mom, dad and Stephen reminded me of when i used to go out to brunch every sunday with a guy i was seeing in Brooklyn...
we would get up late on Sunday's and head over to Park Slope, called Sotto Voce. now for those of you outside New York, Park Slope is like Brooklyn's answer to the Village; it's where all the artsty/yuppie/crunchy/gay types moved when the City seemed too daunting or expensive. it's cute and full of brownstones and little cafe's and restaurants. like the Village, though, it's also got a discernible note of pretension and haughtiness about it; sort of an "I'm Too Sexy for This Borough" kinda deal. in the five months that Shithead the Pathological Liar (that was his name...really!) and i were together, i never felt cool enough to be there. my jeans were old (not distressed), my shirts were worn (not vintage) and my Docs didn't come with the hole in the sole (they were worn down). granted, i've definitely got issues when it comes to feeling out of place; call it paranoia or "social anxiety disorder" or whatever but i'm terribly self-conscious about being around my peers. anyway, the brunches themselves were absolutely steeped in an almost palpable amount of pretension and attitude. the patrons of Sotto Voce sat around like rejects of a Guess ad: all disheveled hair, wrinkled couture and dark circles under the eyes. everyone had that, "Roxy closed at 8, i've had 4 hours sleep, and now i'm here" look. even the waiters seemed to ooze a level of haughtiness that one does not expect from someone slinging hash. Shithead, however, loved it. he felt it completely boosted his stock and self worth; we were where we should be seen on a Sunday morning. Me? i just felt like i was paying too much for so-so Eggs Benedict and cheap-champagne-mimosa (i'm more of a "Diner Omelete and Bottomless Coffee" kinda gal). after a month or so, the whole experience really left me with a very poor impression of what Brunch should be: cunty queens and eggs.
i found out later that brunch is actually alot of fun with the right group of people, at the right place, and when you're not dating a Shithead.
"The world changes in direct proportion to the number of people willing to be honest about their lives"~ Armistead Maupin
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