I am writing this to let you all know, in no uncertain terms, that I am not allowed to blog about my sex life. Instead, I will tell you all about the lovely brunch I had yesterday. What’s that? You feel cheated? Well, would you still feel cheated if I told you it was a SEXY brunch? See, that’s more exciting, right? I mean, I don’t want to say how sexy it was, but all three ladies at the table had tasted my bacon by the end of the meal, if you know what I mean. And I mean that I could not finish all of my omelette and bacon because there was a lot of it, so my friends helped me out. But that is a story for a less sexy blog.
My friend Bleric Ack is town for the weekend visiting me, and we decided to have brunch with our friend Clizzle. Somehow our friend Mastrid got invited, which was super exciting, as I have not seen her in almost two years, and then Clizzle invited our friend Chace to the brunch. Three ladies, one brunch? Now it was starting to get exciting.
When we arrived at the restaurant and sat down for our meals, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. And by “sexual tension” I mean “delicious cinnamon raisin bread.” It was delightful. Soon after, it got very steamy in there, due to the coffees arriving and producing a lot of steam. I’m telling you, this was the sexiest brunch ever. The conversation quickly took a turn for the sexy, as we discussed such titillating items as what we had been up for the past few years, and if we were or were not enjoying our food.
Okay, okay, it was not really a sexy brunch. The sexiest thing that happened was Clizzle and Mastrid showing us pictures of their slutty Halloween costumes, and Mastrid’s wasn’t really that slutty, and I’m not allowed to blog about Clizzle’s, so there isn’t much to tell there. But I did have a very nice time, and after all, isn’t that what sex is all about? Well, sex and just about everything else. Okay, nevermind. Brunch!