Later, at 611 supreme there was something about a round of potentially patriotic shots, containing red, white, and blue layers made of grenadine, blue curacao, and heavy cream with vodka in one of the layers. The cream layer was the best, although the rest tasted pleasantly of children's cough syrup.
On sunday, brunch with the McLeods feaured a cowgirl taco at Linda's. Interesting fact concerning gender roles [?]: this is the vegetarian version of the cowboy taco; the vegan version is the noboy taco. It's been forever since I've engaged in brunching activities, which is among the many bad things about having a bunch of your friends move to New York. Still, the afternoon start time of last weekend's activities felt a lot more civil and more amenable to pitchers of mimosas.
