Buckeye Brunch

Last Sunday the bf and I joined some family friends for brunch near Sausalito. I say “family friends” but they’re really my best friend (BFF!) Olivia’s family. And since Liv is as close to family for us in the States, we termed her aunt and uncle family friends.

Driving past the scenic (misty) Golden Gate Bridge, I wondered how people muster up the willpower to keep warm and brave the bridge’s cycling route. It was practically 40 degrees out there! On a day like this (brunch aside) you’ll find me snuggled up on my couch with my PJ’s. No cycling in the cold for me thank you very much. Not like I can anyways. I learned how to cycle at 18, and can proudly say I do a mean straight ride (downhill).

When we arrived at the Buckeye Roadhouse 10 mins earlier than expected, I figured the best way to kill time was to fool around in the lobby. We discovered that the waiting area had seats with lids, and underneath those lids were menus. How conveniently inconvenient! We also read up the history of the place, picked some flowers in the garden and acted like snap-happy tourists around the preppy valet.

During brunch we were introduced to yet another yuppy couple named Ray and Hannah. When you’re a couple, you’re constantly meeting new couples. It’s an incredible phenomenon. I could never figure it out. Is it because single folks aren’t comfortable with couple folks and vice versa? Hence the conspicuous congregations? Anyway, Ray and Hannah looked so young I didn’t realize they’d been married for 7 years. When Hannah mentioned that they got married at 26, I did a double gasp. Was I truly the baby amongst the party? It’s surprising how a table of 6 with age disparities ranging from 3 to 30 plus years could have such a great time. We ate, drank, joked, laughed, and ate some more.

Halfway through my mimosa, I couldn’t help but envision myself in a couple of years. Will I be like Hannah? Married with a successful career and my very own home? How about in the next 20 years? Will I be like Aunt Liz then? Aunt Liz who has found the one man she loves and wants to spend the rest of her life with? The same Aunt Liz who knows what she likes and dislikes enough to avoid the latter? I really don’t know. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.