The sunlight blinds, darting off blank white walls into hung-over pupils. Thank God for morning after shades, shielding you from the glare and saving the world from your blood shot irises. The nicest of men escorts your burned out bones to a cushy cream leather seat. You are but one of many surrounding a well-laid table. Your comrades stare into the orange abyss of bottomless mimosas placed in front of them. Somewhere in there are memories of the previous evening, spent gyrating like "angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night." But the tales of walk-offs past stay put in the name of ordering pumpkin pancakes for the table and French toast for you. These are the sort of things that can comfort - make the last remaining day of freedom before Monday somehow special in your rut-filled life. But, for now, it is still Sunday, the Sabbath, brunch! The meal has begun, you rage into carbs, relinquishing the gay man's burden. Joy overwhelms, only to be eclipsed by the counting clock tick-tocking away as you drink your juice. That's right drink up - juice is better when cut with champagne. Minutes pass into an hour as you focus on the heavy Murano glass weights suspended from the ceiling, entrancing you to order the tiramisu for dessert. The meal is done, merriment over, and a new moment has replaced the mess of midnight.

Murano
9010 Melrose Avenue
West Hollywood, CA 90069
310-246-9118

www.murano9010.com