Sunday Styles

Forget breakfast. Brunch is the true meal of champions.

Especially when brunch is made at D. Venus', complete with a gaggle of good friends, fresh sangria, delicious mojitos, a gorgeous view of English Bay from the 20th floor of a sweet one-bedroom bachelor pad in the West End -- and lasts from noon to 7 pm.

Here's a peek at yesterday's events:

Enter Venus' apartment to a cheery chorus of "Hey!"s. Venus pours me my first glass of sangria, despite my feeble attempt at refusal due to a long Saturday night. Eat a handful of honey mustard kettle chips to ease an extremely vocal and hungry tummy. Somehow my wine glass is quickly emptied and refilled. Aggs gets into her fashion photographer zone and whips out the camera. I get all excited about the way Saritz did her eye make-up and have Aggs take a just-eyes shot for this blog. I also get all excited about how Tom Tom rearranged the Japanese meditation sandbox on Venus' coffee table into his own personal take on globalization by strategically littering the space with tiny WWII airplanes and placing plastic toy soldiers pointing weapons at the dragon and old-man-fishing-on-a-rock figurines. Clever. I order Aggs to take photos from different perspectives, furiously intent on making Tom Tom the next big artiste by submitting them to Wooster Collective and seeing if his work makes the cut for daily email blasts. Aggs takes some beautiful shots. Ads needs a joyride partner for trip back to his apartment for more camera equipment, but not before I drain another wine glass. A four block walk to Saritz's car ensues, as well as a major detour on Cambie Street bridge due to some annoying weekend construction. Finally make it to the Commercial area. Ads retrieves the equipment while I field calls from my fam in California. Return to 1150 Jervis, where brunch is served! Avocado quesdillas packed to the hilt with peppers, cilantro, cajun shrimp, fresh slices of avocado and Venus' secret spice, topped off with cucumber tzatziki, accompanied by fresh fruit and artfully arranged on a square black plate. We enjoy our meal watching a video of the second to last house party at Venus', where Ads and our host cause complete ruckus at the grocery store by pretending to be secret shoppers. They also capture on camera this cute old lady, who gives them the peace sign, a friendly wave and then the finger -- all while smiling from ear to ear. Classic. Brunch somehow turns into a dance party, which lasts till the night.

Hey Venus...what's on the menu for next Sunday?? * My choice for eye make-up colors to use this Spinrg/Summer 2007. Kudos to Saritz for already rocking the palette.
* Nightscape from Venus' pad. How I love this pretty city!


I'm Lovin' it: That hilarious man-about-town Gooch, who's a friend of a friend and who literally knows every single person in this town. Walking down the street with him takes forever, as he fields greetings left and right. Good, random Saturday night fun with a shiny, happy crowd. Oh, and can I just say again what a small world this is? There is some serious six degrees of separation happening in this town. No, make that two degrees of separation.

I'm Over it: Nothing outstanding at the moment.


* Photos property (of the fabulous) Agata Baranowska!!!!!!