On Sundays, we brunch.
Remember those iconic scenes from Sex & the City where the four ladies meet up for brunch in the weekends, share their stories and give each other merciless
Well, that’s us on screen.
Sorry boys, the silly moves you made have all been laughed at the table over mimosas and scrambled eggs. (Life is short, don’t take everything so seriously :p)
Check it out: Stella
Sunday afternoon, I jumped out of my Uber and stormed into Stella to only find M had already settled comfortably, sipping her bubbly.
5 minutes later, A & D arrived.
We were all very hungry and the waiter brought out our food soon after he placed the orders.
I’ve been dreaming about scrambled eggs with extra butter, it was eggcellent!
Maria is the real carnivore, she went for her typical – steak.
“Ladies in the street, but freaks at brunch” might describes the situation very well.
Salmon poached eggs for D.
and duck scrambled eggs for A.
Happiness was written on their faces.
We each shared our weekend telltales, which due to “confidentialities” I can’t share them with you :p Boston is a small town after all. Wink wink.
However, we did dig some dirt.
Look at the stripper money A made from the night before!
We dropped off M at work then took a quick stroll on Newbury.
Wish you a wonderful week