The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Adventures in brunching


Yeah, so, on Saturday I ventured out of the house to have brunch at Brunch Drunk Love in Bruno’s with good buddies Tiff, DH and Karen.

I took BART to the Mission and walked to the restaurant because I knew I was going to drink too many mimosas. It is called Brunch DRUNK Love, after all.

Of course, unsurprisingly, I was the first one to arrive. I usually am. I pulled up a chair to the bar.

Bartender: “What can I get you?”

Me: “May I have a mimosa, please?”

Bartender: “Sure thing.”

He brings me my drink.

Me: “Thank you, my good man.”

Apparently, I thought I was talking to my husband and not a bartender in the Mission. Then I glanced up at the muted TV screen, which was playing “Airplane!”

There’s a sale at Penney’s!”

I think I sat there for about 15 or 20 minutes, sipping a mimosa and laughing out loud at a TV with no sound. I’ve seen “Airplane” a million times, and I don’t need the volume turned up to enjoy it. I must have looked like a complete nut job.

Speaking of me looking like a nut job, while we were waiting for our table, I saw a couple with a baby that is probably about the boy’s age, about four months old. They were trading him back and forth while they had brunch with their friends. I said to Tiff, “I bet if I went over there and asked them if I could hold their baby while they ate, they would say yes. They would let a complete stranger hold their baby if it meant they could have a hot meal together uninterrupted.”

I almost walked over to their table and offered. I had to stop myself.



Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

2 thoughts on “Adventures in brunching

  1. How on earth did you make a mimosa last 15-20 minutes?

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