1:56 p.m.: Arrive at Waterworks. Not sure how this is going to go, but sun is shining, weather is sweet. Some guy is taking pictures of girls in sundresses. Looks like a wedding rehearsal, but the good kind where everyone’s an alcoholic. 2:10 p.m.: Brunch service starts. DJ starts spinning. DJ informs all that CDs on the tables were the best thing we'd ever listen to. Shameless plug well played, but well ignored. Everyone's busy finalizing seating arrangements.
2:15 p.m.: Bottle service begins. So do the collective dizzies.
2:17 p.m.: Visit the bar, more alcohol consumed.
2:40 p.m.: Attempt to eat.
2:42 p.m.: Look down and my omelette is gone? Incredulously ask after the omelette thief.
2:43 p.m.: Oh. I ate the omelette …
3:30 p.m.: Walk to the terrace for a break from grinding. Wave at horrified geriatrics in the neighboring restaurant who signed up for a quiet brunch.
3:57 p.m.: The music gets semi-decent. Overhear someone tell the DJ he’s “killin it bro.” DJ responds, “I know.”
4:00 p.m.: I think this is when I blacked out. But obviously, I can't remember.
