Brunch or Bust
Hi. Hello. I'm back. It's been a while again. I'm aware. I have just returned to my apartment after a relaxing time in Palm Springs. I'd never been before, but consider me a big, big fan now. Palm Springs is still stuck in the seventies and eighties and I live for that architecture and commitment to neon.
Anyway, I'm not here to tell you about the atmosphere of Palm Springs. I'm here to tell you about the ridiculous morning I had.
First of all, shout out to Elyse and Alex for experiencing this with me. Second of all, shout out to Alex's hotel discount. Third of all, no shout out goes to our brunch establishment.
The plan was to get breakfast somewhere on the main little drag of downtown and then wander around there for awhile. The two of them found a place they'd been to in another part of California and we agreed to try out the Palm Springs location.
Now, before we go forward, lemme talk to my mother. Hi, mom. I promise we were being safe.
We ordered mimosas. We weren't planning on driving back until much, much later in the afternoon and since I was the only one who could drive the stick shift car I drove us in, I did not partake in the bottomless mimosas. I did, however, order a mimosa flight because 1. that's the best thing I'd ever heard of 2. it was 9 a.m. and we were at least like seven hours away from driving, and 3. we were about to eat a heavy, heavy breakfast.
Our waiter takes our order and we wait. The mimosas arrive and look how cute my flight was:
We're enjoying ourselves drinking and chatting and then our waiter comes back over looking a little nervous. Now this is entirely irrelevant to the story, but our waiter looked exactly like a young One Tree Hill-era Chad Michael Murray.
So Chad Michael Murray comes up to the table and is like I'm so sorry, but the health inspector just came by and failed us because of the water pressure, so we can't serve you guys your breakfast.
At this point, we're all about a mimosa in on an empty stomach, banking on this breakfast to negate the champagne. Chad Michael Murray assures us we don't have to pay for anything...except the alcohol, which is the only thing we've had at this point.
Not one to abandon alcohol, we all commit to finishing our drinks, with the other two getting another mimosa so their bottomless mimosas makes sense financially.
One lady apparently tried to discourage Chad from bringing us drinks, but just like Lucas in every season of One Tree Hill, he didn't listen to the woman.
I can say with utmost confidence that having three pretty generously poured mimosas on an absolutely empty stomach is a recipe for disaster. We were a giggling mess in downtown Palm Springs. I had to take a seat outside the restaurant to let the wave of nausea pass. Later, I laid down in front of a random fountain and then bought a new jacket at H&M. Elyse almost bought weird $5 spy glasses that would've let her see behind her. We talked her out of it, but I think she still regrets not buying them.
Every time I had to speak to someone, this gif was just playing in my head:
I'm sure everyone knew we were out of our minds.
Somehow, we walked a MILE to this Mexican restaurant where, after copious amounts of chips, salsa, guacamole, tacos, rice, and water, I became a sober member of society again. Four hours after the whole health inspector debacle.
We later decided to go to this cool hotel where we think a convention was being held? I have absolutely NO idea what the convention was about except La Croix was there. Because I'm California trash, I enjoy a La Croix now and again. Waterloo is my preferred sparkling water brand because I am terrible and have a preferred sparkling water brand. Anyway, I now have a La Croix keychain, so it's safe to say Palm Springs was a weird time.
And since I'm sure you're all dying to know my movie progress, here ya go:
2/14 - The Last Five Years
2/15 - The Witness
2/16 - Black Panther
2/17 - Newtown
2/18 - What to Expect When You're Expecting
2/19 - Hercules
2/20 - Mother's Day
2/21 - Lady Bird
2/22 - Annihilation
2/23 - Moonstruck
2/24 - Mistress America
2/25 - Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold
2/26 - Clueless
2/27 - Frances Ha