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Brunch: The Daytime Disaster

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Splendora's "What to" List
What to Wear: Public Domain Tees
What NOT to Wear: A Crazy Gap Tooth
What to Shoe: Hollywould Coral Kate Runners
What to Handbag:  Jean Paul Gaultier Le Privè Gabardine Bag
What to Accessory: Kid Viskous F-15 Fighter Jet necklace
looking extra foxy: Mary-Kate et. al.
What to Hair: Conair PerfectFit Collapsible Hard Hat Bonnet Dryer
What to Makeup: Mary Kay Sun Care Collection
Secret Weapon: ReVive Masque De Glaise
What to TV: The Office for an Hour
What to DVD: Not Just the Best of the Larry Sanders Show
What to Read: Michael Chabon, "The Yiddish Policemen's Union"
What to Listen: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
What to Gobble/Guzzle: A Frozen Yogurt Recipe to Rival Pinkberry's
Laughternoon Break: Star Trek Cribs
What to Accessory: Jungle Gurl Swimwear
What to Wear: "Working Class Slag" Tee
What to Handbag: Fanny Packs
What to Read: The Expose on Socialite Rank
What to TV: Veronica Mars
What to Accessory: The Cone
What to Makeup: L'Oreal Double Extend Lash Extender & Magnifier Mascara in Black
Secret Weapon: Touch of Sun Face Moisturizer by Oil of Olay

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Brunch: The Daytime Disaster
On the heels of Mother's Day, this Saturday or Sunday, before you venture forth from your cozy environs, remember, there's no other meal that incites whining quite like weekend brunch. This in-between breakfast and lunch ritual can be hellacious, especially with a hangover. Typically, when rolling to brunch, the group (it's always a group, isn't it?) is starving, ravenous, and mildly cranky. Everyone needs coffee, a Diet Coke, a few Advil, a cold compress, etc. Usually there are no showers beforehand, so at hipster brunch spots, there is always a faint smell of booze, cigs, and sex. Everyone looks bleary and beat up from the night before - sunglasses are required. And since the wait for a table is always interminable, the brunch loaf-around on the sidewalk is the most fertile ground for eavesdropping. Conversations revolve around last night's gig, who needs greasy bacon immediately, who went home with whom, and how much everyone imbibed. Sometimes free coffee is provided during the wait, people become amped, and the scene gets totally wack. Caffeine overload often impairs ordering ("should I have the eggs benedict, the tofu hash, or the pancakes? I don't know if I want sweet or not..."), rendering the wait staff's jobs even more trying than they already are. While brunch is a delicious treat of a meal, it can be an exhausting, 3-hour ordeal. You usually end up back where you started, in bed. Hipster Brunch Spots in your City SF: Boogaloos - You can always spy an indie-rocker post gig at this Mission favorite. Long lines, veggie gravy and biscuits, lots of hipster posturing. NYC: Enid's in Brooklyn - Gawker perhaps put it best, "the restaurant epitomizes everything that's wrong with the brunch ritual: insanely long waits, ostentatiously hip crowds reeking of booze from the night before, lots of sceneiness and and little emphasis on, you know, food-eating." LA: Toast - Hollywood folk crowd the 3rd Street sidewalk angling to see which celebs are sitting inside eating a turkey bacon breakfast burrito.
Hipster Brunch Hell
The Hair Apparent
We have not had a hair-raising celeb couple to toss around in a while. We spent a lot of time guffawing at Ben Affleck's transformation from flannel-clad schlump to waxy Ken doll when he was with J.Lo. Those days are long gone. However, we have found that couple's replacement: John Mayer and Jessica Simpson. Mr. Mayer got Simpson-ized! The faux-hippie rocker is looking more Hollywood chic and less hillbilly thanks to a recent cut. Mayer didn't go to Jess' BFF and hanger-on, Ken Paves, instead, he hit up (Sally) Hershberger for his new coif. Wherever he went, that expensive haircut is hot.
I'm Just A Boy With A New Haircut
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