Hangover breakfast

Homegirl is single again. It’s a little bit of a sad thing and it’s a bit of a good thing, too. It is what it is, I guess.

Single or not, I’ve toned down my wild ways in the last year. But when presented with the opportunity to hang out with my friends Rick and Jon, I’m willing to bend the rules a bit. Even if that means waking up on Rick’s couch at 9 a.m. dehydrated and fully clothed. We’d stayed up until 5 drinking Kokanee Gold, listening to Bad Religion and conducting blind taste tests of white cheddar popcorn.

I admit, I probably would not have done any of this if there had been a boyfriend in the picture.

So I pulled my aching self off Rick’s couch, downed some water and ended up at the Macrina Bakery on Queen Anne for a much-needed hangover breakfast. (I wasn’t really that hung over, but goodness was my stomach in need of some greasy food.)

Turkey-and-asparagus quiche. Iced latte. Budapest Coffeecake. Let the new life begin.