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Saturday, January 14, 2006

Brunch, he said.

That brunchy-thing He Who Must Be Humored went to, for a friend's 40th birthday? Yeah. He got there a bit late, around 4 p.m., and just called me now (10 p.m.) to say he's leaving. A brunch. From 4 to 10. PM.

Hello, Germans? I think maybe we should clarify the meaning of the word Brunch? As in, even this far north, even in the dead of winter, a meal eaten after nightfall is not brunch. No, not even in Spain. Okay?

3 comments:

Amber said...

Did you check his collar for lipstick? I'm just sayin'... ;)

alala said...

hahahahaha! Didn't even occur to me! No, he doesn't have time for an affair. Neither do I. I really do wonder how some people manage it...

Chicka said...

So is it Germans or just men that have no concept of time? *snort*

(And btw, wasn't sure if you saw this. Thanks again!)