I didn’t realize just how much I missed the Dolls from the previous job until I met up with them for brunch lunch earlier today at Gen’s fabulous flat (think Charlotte York’s Victorian chintz meeting Blair Waldorf’s Uptown closet… pretty much any fashionable girl’s few square feet of heaven).
While I can rough and tough it up like the rest of the boys, I do enjoy down time with the ladies. It’s true what they say about women’s company- it’s something else. More so, I guess, when you get a lively and witty bunch to sit down with. We can go on talking about boys- yes, I ‘ll give you that. But with the same breath and alacrity, we can also talk about the merits of urbanism in Rem Koolhaas’ architectural forms. Today though, we just chose to be silly and fun.
Today in happiness was Sunday lunch spent inside a charming little flat with a mint green wall and a huge white bird cage.
You know it’s a girl’s place when:-
a) it smells nice; clean and fresh, at least
b) you’ll find clothing, bags, and shoes everywhere
c) it has at least one stuffed toy somewhere (usually within the proximity of a bed)
You know it’s a girl’s party when:-
a) the table is chock full of gorgeous- looking food
b) there’s vegetable on the menu (today was my rocket lettuce, feta cheese, and olives salad)
c) champagne (mixed or pure) is generally preferred over beer
d) there’s eventually some form of wardrobe alteration
Audrey Hepburn once said that “The happiest girls are the prettiest girls.”
Here are some of the prettiest I’ve met in my life. Girls who, more or less, know what they still want in life. And girls who are happy with what they already have.
A few hours after our lovely lunch… I had to go to work… but that’s another story not quite fit for telling.
All I remember about today, was that small snippets of fun times were made.
People should do these brunches more often, I think. The perfect way to start a week, I say!
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