I know no one cares what I had for lunch, but today is a holiday. A holiday all about food, right? So let me just tell you…

We went to the Manchester Grand Hyatt for CHAMPAGNE Brunch. My idea! I take all the credit. So… we arrive, find free street parking that was literally a walk in the park away, and check in for our 1:15 reservation. We end up waiting for a while, and were finally seated at one thirty. I was a bit worried. I mean it was all my idea. I didn’t want to get in trouble with my man for ruining our one day off together IN MONTHS. No pressure though, right? Anyway, I was a bit concerned as we were led to our table in what turned out to be the ground floor of the hotel.

[off topic] what the goddamn hell is up with San Diego? All these high rise buildings and there are only 2 sky bars?? No top floor restaurants? Poor, poor planning people. Take a cue from San Francisco. We gays LOVE a sky bar. We LOVE a good view while we eat. Your businesses are missing out on a lot more money…[/off topic]

So anyway. We sit down and are immediately greeted with champagne… Richard asked about there being a wine list available to go with the main course or something, and Jorge assured us that with him as our server the champagne glass was never empty. No need for any wine, unless you prefer it?

Erm. No. Champagne is more than fine! The day was looking up! Booze! Seriously though, it was one of the better brunch things we have been to (I have been to many in my life. Mom loves a good brunch), and we were pleased. The food was very diverse. We had plenty of breads, turkey, potatoes, and all that stuff you’d expect as well as a full sushi bar, ravioli made to order, and ham and prime rib and, well you get the idea. Lots of stuff. And the desserts.. omg the desserts! We hung out there and lingered over our food and bitched about San Diegans and their damn flip flops with any outfit.

After that we were homeward bound. Richard blogged at his Vox site. We chilled some of our own champagne and watched movies. Then Grey’s Anatomy. Then Richard had to go to bed cause he has to be at work at 4:30 in the morning tomorrow for all of you folks who shop on Black Friday. Eeeww. Poor guy. So while he’s sleeping, I blog. Don’t be fooled, I work too. I am on the 3 till midnight shift for those of you who sleep in and then shop on Black Friday.

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So this one is pretty experimental. We bought a RCA branded voice recorder. I know.. the iRiver is recommended. I already have an iPod for my MP3 player so I figured we’d give this a go! Sure the quality kinda sucks, but it works well otherwise. Besides, you could always tell if it was a mo-cast. LOL. I got that one from Shel.

Mentioned: neighbors, Fafarazzi, dinner, seasonal drinking, holiday decor, goddamn hoors, and a lot of blathering on about nothing…

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In case anyone was wondering where I am tonight… Heh.

Butch Walker was great when we saw him last time, and I am looking forward to this one!

UPDATE: So here’s the thing. Well, wait… I should start by saying that the show was AWESOME. The opening acts were The Adored and Damone. As always when we do a show… we loved the opening acts, The Adored were really cute… fun songs, attitude. Hawt. Damone, as promised, rocked your fucking face off. Totally rock and roll. Metal-ish, old school all new. And a female singer… In between we had karaoke hosted by these two fun girls… Who as it turned out we part of the Let’s Go Out Tonights. As in Butch Wlaker and the Let’s Go Out Tonights! Cuuute. And they were awesome.

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So first I had to work. Bright and early, well not bright, actually it is still dark as I arrive for the 6-3 shifts I am plagued with this weekend. So work, work, work… Then I went home. My husband, or maybe it was me… someone was bitchy. I changed, realized I should have showered, pouted, and then went to the couch. As I was about to drop off into a deep sleep, Richard suggested a trip to the bookstore. He is obsessed with Hillary Clinton right now and had to get a third book about her… After that we were hungry, so he decided we should go to a Mexican place I heard about on the radio. The crew on the Star morning show are always going on about the perfect night out. Dinner at Jimmy Carters and drinks at The Lamplighter. So we went to Jimmy Carters for take out, and while we waited I INSISTED on a drink at The Lamplighter. It was *just* what I wanted it to be… Old, retro cute, kinda smelly, and filled with characters. I fell in love with the place. I even took a picture, as you can see if you scroll down. Heh. As we walked in this fabulous butch looking lipstick lesbian type was belting out this great song that of course I cannot remember now… It was a perfect song for the place. She was at the bar, singing, bitching about her shots not coming fast enough. The hawt blonde bombshell bartender brought her a regular sized glass of booze and a beer chaser. Did I mention that at 5 on a Sunday afternoon it seemed to be a total drinker’s bar. They made me the strongest margarita I have had in a long time. And I think I had the only fluffy drink in the place! Apparently they do karaoke in the evenings too. Heh. I’d love to see that. Anyhoo, I was drinking my glass of booze and lime too slow so Richard went out to pick up our order. In the meantime these two guys that had come in a while ago began to discuss whether I had been with with Richard, or if I was on my own. I think it was my little comedy vogue routine I had been doing when the jukebox was blaring Tom Jones ‘It’s Not Unusual’ that had gotten their attention in the first place. Did I mention that my drink was strong? Anyway, Richard returned with the food, and we went home and watched Basic Instinct 2. That movie was so damn hot. I don’t care if it flopped. I LOVE Sharon Stone in that role…. Over played or not. It is so damn sexay! Heh. And now I am up waaaay to late for my final 6-3 shift of the 3 day weekend. Then I will sleep Tuesday, celebrate Richard’s birth on Wednesday, a day early… but the best I could do. Then… well, Butch Walker on the 13th! Hollar!! I have to try to sleep now. Gah!

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