Friends...

Now, honestly, where would any of us be without our friends? Well, some of us would be Beavis and Butthead. Yes, there are two of them, but in case you hadn't noticed, they're sharing a brain, and I've got a good working theory that they're just two halves of the same person, but that's another post altogether.

Luckily, Cosmo and I are lucky enough to have a slew of friends. Friends who are semi-respectable contributors to society. Most of the time. Friends who have strange dinners where we all gather round the television to watch really bad shows. Friends who brunch. And the brunching is what this is all about.

Weekly, we gather at this lovely restaurant, The Only Cafe. It's not the only cafe, but it's The Only Cafe for us.

At The Only, we talk. Sometimes louder than others. But the people who work there are wonderful, and let us talk. Loudly. In fact, they're sad if we don't show up.

It used to be okay. But one weekend, all the men overpowered the women and started speaking louder than us. About Corey Haim.

Who is Corey Haim? Well, if you happen to be, say, five (In which case, you shouldn't be looking at this anyway, I'm sure) or maybe have the memory retention of a five year old, you can always look here and take a walk down memory lane.

Anyway, through no fault of my own, except that I (regretably) mentioned a rumour I recently heard, the boys realized that Corey, like us, was currently living in his native Toronto. Somehow, one thing led to another, and the men decided that something had to be done about this. Corey must be made to pay for his sins, whatever the men imagined them to be.

I'll not be going into it too deeply, in case anything happens, because I don't want to be held responsible. The actual moral of this story is that we all need friends, and baked goods for breakfast are a good idea, especially if you're surrounded by said friends. But mentioning former child superstars of the 80's at a brunch filled with testosterone-crazy men may not be the best idea.

In short:
Brunch = good.
Mentioning Corey Haim at a table full of resentful men who were teens at the time of his fame = Not good.

Remember this, kids, when you're bailing your boyfriends, fiances and husbands out of jail for abusing the unfortunates who represent the 80's.