Today I was forced to go to brunch with my colleagues. As some form of schadenfreude a higher-up gave the gaggle of my level people a gift certificate for brunch. One certificate for all of us. So we had to go together.
Very sweet. Really. Except, with no offense to my co-workers, I don't care that much to do things together on the weekend. Probably because I'm not friends with all of them. I like them. I like most of them. I like a few of them.
I mean, I'd rather be brunching with the infamous Clique 25.
So today I got myself out of bed at an incredibly decent hour to make my way to a hip and trendy downtown locale.
The good news is Ethan Hawke was brunching with us. Sure, not at our table. But a few tables over. So I guess it was fine. Or at least it was free.
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