Bottomless brunch - 3
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Dear Diary,
Today was everything. Let’s start slowly and with the Bottomless brunch with my four best friends was exactly what my soul needed after this week. Let me just start by saying: never underestimate the power of unlimited mimosas and waffles piled with whipped cream when it comes to fixing a bad mood.
We hit our favorite spot downtown—you know, the one with the trendy exposed brick, overpriced avocado toast, and waiters who somehow always look like they stepped out of a magazine. As soon as we sat down, it was like the floodgates opened. I don’t know what it is about brunch, but it’s as if the table becomes a confessional booth where we can spill everything, from work drama to awkward Tinder dates.
Katie, the birthday girl, kicked things off with her latest story about “Hot Gym Guy,” who finally asked for her number. The twist? He texted her that same night… to ask for her trainer's contact info. We laughed so hard I nearly choked on my mimosa. “Maybe he’s just into fitness,” Katie said, trying to justify it. But we all know the real fitness he should’ve been into was her.
Then there was Laura, who is somehow always in the middle of a workplace soap opera. This time, it involved a broken office printer, a passive-aggressive email chain, and a coffee-station showdown with the guy who hoards all the K-cups. “Honestly,” she said between bites of French toast, “if someone doesn’t nominate me for an Emmy soon, I’m quitting.”
Sophia, the wild card of the group, dropped the bomb that she’s thinking of getting a tattoo. “Something small,” she said, “like a crescent moon or a tiny cowboy hat.” We all immediately vetoed the cowboy hat idea, but knowing Sophia, she’ll probably get it anyway.
And then there’s Emma, the mom friend of the group, who casually mentioned that her toddler just discovered the joy of flushing random objects down the toilet. “Do you know how expensive it is to call a plumber?!” she exclaimed, looking like she was about five seconds away from turning her kid’s piggy bank into a plumbing fund.
Somewhere between the second and third rounds of mimosas, the conversation shifted to tonight’s rodeo. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, especially Katie, who had already planned her birthday outfit weeks ago. “I’m going full-on cowgirl chic,” she declared, showing us a photo of her denim jacket with rhinestone fringe. “I need to be i********:-ready when I meet my future cowboy husband.”
We all agreed this would either be the best night of her life—or the messiest. Probably both.
As for me, Diary, I soaked it all in—the laughter, the gossip, the sheer joy of being surrounded by people who just get me. These women have seen me at my best, my worst, and everything in between. They’re the kind of friends who’ll hype you up one minute and roast you the next, all in the name of love.
After brunch, we did a quick power walk through the shopping district because Katie needed new earrings, and Sophia decided last-minute that her cowboy hat tattoo idea warranted buying an actual cowboy hat. “If I’m gonna commit, I’m committing,” she said, strutting out of the store like she was auditioning for a Western.
Now, Diary, we’re just hours away from the rodeo, and I’m practically vibrating with excitement. My dress is hanging on the back of my closet door, my Ariat boots are polished and ready to make their debut, and I’m already prepping my playlist for the drive. Something tells me this night is going to be unforgettable.
Let’s just hope Katie doesn’t try to ride the mechanical bull after one too many cocktails. Or, on second thought, let’s hope she does.
Yours,
Brunch Buzzed and Rodeo Ready
- Writer
