The Men of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church held their second quarterly brunch at church this morning. They were in fine form. There were made-to-order waffles, breakfast casserole, hash browns, bacon, sausage, a table full of desserts, and smoked salmon, cream cheese and bagels with fresh raspberries and blueberries. And. AND. If you will notice in the background of the above photo, mimosas. Mimosas! As I said, what a bunch of show offs. Dang, those guys are good.
Of course, I was immediately drawn to the mimosa station after silently acknowledging my slight resentment for not thinking of this idea myself for some other church event. And there, with a bottle of Champagne in one fist and a jug of orange juice in the other was Huba Nagy. A pillar of the St. Paul’s family. A war hero. A physician, for God’s sake. Encouraging the consumption of alcohol right before the 11 a.m. service. However, I had already punched my ticket at the 8:45, Mark was driving and so I had no fear of slightly slurring my words to The Church’s One Foundation, which apparently is a bar.
Well, the mimosas were delicious and certainly stimulated lively conversation at our table. In fact, all of Otey Hall was abuzz. Or perhaps all of Otey Hall had a buzz. We’re into pledge drive season here at St. Paul’s and it’s possible the Men’s Club engineered this to encourage a generous pledge. The Lord loves a cheerful giver.
So what’s next? The Men of St. Paul’s pulled off a complete tour de force this morning. How can they top this? Bloody Mary’s? Dirty martinis? Oh, I hope so.