There would pots of fresh coffee, Ina Garten's baked cinnamon donuts, lemonade muddled with mint from the garden, Montreal bagels and cream cheese, a copy of the Sunday New York Times strewn about and Blossom Dearie playing in the background.
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Here's the kicker:
Conversation between guests is totally optional.
I kind of love the idea of hanging out with some of my favourite people and not talking with them. Is that weird? I think I'm craving silence...solitude and togetherness at the same time. Perhaps this is the result of living with a three year old. Hhhhmmmm.
So what do you think? Is this idea relaxing or creepy? Would you ever consider a (relatively) silent brunch like this, or have I gone off my rocker?