You see, since living out here on this east coast I have had to work nearly every Saturday for the past three years. I would drive around at work with my brain injured clients and I would mutter,
"I bet they're laughing loudly right now. That's right. LAUGHING."
And my client would say, "Eff all these white trash people in this town."
And I would reply, "How DARE they sip mimosas. How DARE they laugh."
And he would yell, "No money, no honey. This is business."
Pretty much the same conversation. Every. Saturday.
Until this fall when I turned 25 and started working every other Saturday and began indulging in the luxury of brunch.
What I have learned about Saturday Brunch:
1. That's right. There is loud laughing.
2. The light is just more illuminating during Saturday Brunch.
3. It isn't Saturday Brunch without the fire alarm.
4. Mimosas are not necessary for the morning to feel luxurious.
5. Coffee tastes better during Saturday Brunch. Even stale coffee regains it's life.
So, I am thankful to sip lifefull cups of coffee while luxuriously laughing loudly under the illumination of Saturday light and the chimes of the fire alarm.
Thank you Saturday Brunch.
