That's a Brunch That's Going To Linger
Today was the final meeting of the Breakfast Club as we have known it. Stephanie,
Geolinguist, lonelydumptruck,
JDawgsPI, The Boy Who Kisses
JDawgsPI, and I descended on Spenard Roadhouse. Pusheen came in long enough for a photo op with a cone of fresh doughnut holes. Everyone but Stephanie and
JDawgsPI ordered eggs Benedict. It was a perfect breakfast club.
Then I asked for Tabasco sauce.
And some low-life mother fucker had pried off the little flow-valve thing on the top.
Instead of four shakes of hot sauce over my bennie, I ended up with 1/4 cup of liquid pain on my plate.
We all laughed. I ordered a cup of hollandaise to try to mitigate the damage, but I was starting to choke on the fumes while I waited and tried to move the egg Benedict from my plate to a saucer. Naturally, I dropped it face-down in the puddle of Tabasco and covered Lonelydumptruck and I in a fume of red-hot bennie juice.
It's a day none of us will ever forget, I hope, since we all got to have a good laugh with
Geolinguist before he heads off to be with the Coastie.
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