This is what happens when you wake up Sunday morning at 10:30 am, ravenous, and decide that you want breakfast, even though you are not a breakfast person. You call one friend, they call another, and eventually you find yourself on a party line with 7 people. Pure chaos. My plea to my friends: “I am starving, I want brunch, and I want to eat no later than 12:00.” No small feat for 7 women to get prepped and primed, come from all parts of the city to chow down on some low country food at Eatonvillein a little over an hour. But we made it. And the food was delicious. So were the 3 hours of conversation we had. I apologize to all the patrons (past, present, and future) that have to sit through the vulgarities, shrieks, obscenities, and belly laughs that define our conversations.
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Jamila.
Please notice the white overalls a la’ TLC, blue crop top, MCM crossbody bag, and African fulani earrings. I can’t even begin with this lady…. |
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| Tameelah, so innocent looking, but so utterly crazy, wild, and free. We love her… |
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| Me |
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| Seed bead bracelets galore! Sagittarian sisters unite! |
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| “Late Lenny” as we have dubbed her… |
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| Teri, who doesn’t need a bun that high? |
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| Jenee’ bringing the blonde glamour in 5 inch heels to our ragtag, piecemeal brunch set. |