This year's batch of foreign hires at work is pretty much awesome. So much more "my speed" than those in the year I came. We were all at dinner one Sunday night, two bottles of wine down (because why not, on a Sunday night?), and the idea came for a progressive dinner one Saturday night.
Cue Emma's brain. "Saturday evening? Hmm. My Saturday afternoons/evenings booked until mid-November. And part of the reason I love this group is they aren't the stay-up-super-late-partying-until-4-am crowd. Let's do BRUNCH. With mimosas. Because we're grown-ups, that's why." (P.S. if you don't know why my Saturdays are booked in the fall, you fail as a friend.)
And so progressive brunch was a thing. I put my party-planning skills into effect and got the email menu-planning ball rolling.
Stop number one was at Casa de Nick y Carolyn. Nick decided to set the bar way high (where literally only he could reach it....) by doing a homemade sourdough starter and then making pancakes in bacon grease in cast iron skillets. Well, okay.
Being gameday, I relinquished the pancake course only on the condition that I could cook a U shaped pancake. So, gameday pancakes still happened during progressive brunch. Duh.
Here is the first round of morning cocktails - coffee with Baileys. I now understand my late great-grandmother's daily consumption. This is delicious.
Sourdough pancakes, bacon, and sausages. Some might call that a complete meal! But no. That is just course one of three. And an excellent first course of breakfast, if I do say so myself. Also, go Canes.
Ashley and Austin!
Nick and Carolyn!
Team Euphonium! (Yep, Austin used to play euphonium. See, I told you this year's group was freaking AWESOME.)
Team cat! Meow.
Time to move to course number two! Andrew loves sausages.
We had to walk sooooooooooo far to get to the second course. A whole block. And there was a hill. Oh, the inhumanity. #thirdworldproblems.
Round two was at our place. And here we have already empty glasses of mimosas. No, we're not alcoholics. We're teachers.
Home fries, egg bake, and leftover sausages (what leftover sausages?). Course number two = success.
Round three was at Responsible/Rowdy Rhonda's house. Baked goods and fruit salad! Mmm. So full. Yet we all ate anyway.
I forget exactly what was happening here but clearly Andrew felt strongly about it. Also pictured - the joys of renting apartments... awesome paint colors!
Being responsible adults under the mild influence of beverages, we decided to see what would happen if we dropped a grape from the balcony of the 29th floor apartment Rhonda lives in.
What, you expected the next photo to be of the grape? Please. I like to build suspense. This one ties back to the comment about Nick setting the bar high. Rhonda's light burned out. She doesn't have a ladder tall enough to reach it. So Nick helped her out. Can we just notice that his chin would comfortably rest on top of the fridge? He gets stared at a lot here in Panama... and people at work confuse him for my roommate, the over-6-feet-tall guy standing to Nick's left... because all tall young white guys look the same, don't you know?
Turns out grapes go squish.
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