"You know it's a good day when the worst thing that happens is that a pomegranate exploded." - Tyler
Saturday, noon. Molly hosts a legend brunch at our apartment -- ricotta pancakes with strawberries, bananas, and of course - pomegranates. The hit of the party is clearly Molly's maple honey butter, which people eat plain by the spoonful. Rob and Stephanie make delicious eggs. Tyler plays bartender with spicy bloody marys. We break out red velvet cupcakes, from our favorite nearby bakery. Our balcony overlooking the giant rocks and tall trees, which I've totally been taking for granted, now plays hosts to our guests -- about 15 friends from the Acumen universe. I forget how good Sula champagne can be -- we have it with pomegranates and grapefruit juice. Tyler and I dance to Christmas carols in our head... and a fairly competitive game of Pictionary ensues.
Bit by the Christmas bug, Tyler and I duck out of a game of Celebrity and head to Ravindra Bharati near Birla Temple. There's a performance by a Christmas choir, color-coordinated in alternating red and green saris and accompanied by a keyboard and stringed instrumentalists. The last part is by far the most fun -- a Christmas sing-along with words projected on screens on either side of the stage.
We end the night at 1857, a new-for-us restaurant on Hussain Sagar lake. Amazing ambiance -- outside under a white tent with plush white sofas and good drinks.
We return home to find that afternoon brunch has turned into a twelve hour affair! Now that's what I call brunch!
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