I want to look like this lady:

I never get tired of Hel Looks - those Scandies really know how to express themselves.

This is what yesterday’s brunch looked like.

We have a new breakfast fav place - basically the bar on the golf course which serves food. Greasy, delicious food.

Properly liqoured up, S & I went shopping while Craig & B played Wii (of course we didn’t watch the Superbowl, who are we?!). I bought these strange (the inside is sticky and black…) and fabulous (”Caboodles” brand!) boots.

$10. God bless the Goodwill.

So if you’re the usual liberal intellectual atheist hipster type (as I and it seems all my friends are) the Sunday morning church ritual isn’t really applicable. Instead we have the Church of Coffee and Pancakes, the venerable gay tradition of Brunch. There is a core group of six of us now that our friends B & S have moved here, so usually Sundays involve some permutation of that group. A couple of weeks ago we all managed to get out to Tin Shed on Alberta (if you eat outside you can bring your dog!). I thought I’d post some pics, hope no one minds.

Shoes. Brunch footwear is important. Clockwise from bottom left: K, N, S & B.

Craig awaits a table with a delicious cup o’ coffee.

S (also known as Lawnchair Vigilante) looking charming - she is holding her chihuahua, Margarita!

Here are N & B and Budgie, shading their eyes from this strange yellow light in the sky!

Budgie and Margarita shared a doggie breakfast.

Well, have to run off to brunch - B&S are here!