"The Day Brunch Got Roped"

A Mimosa Memoir by Gummy DeMarco, Rope Model / Sparkling Citrus Icon / Brunch Whisperer

It was a Sunday. The kind of Sunday that practically demands sunglasses and secrets.

I was invited to brunch by a group of radiant, chaos-ready women who called themselves The Champagne Panthers . . . a brunch crew so elite they have their own group chat and matching embroidered robes.

I showed up fashionably early (read: 30 minutes late) with Magic Mimosa Dope Rope in hand and a smile that said “Yes, I moisturized today.”

They were skeptical at first. "Is that candy?" one of them asked.

I said nothing. I just unwrapped it.

The scent of citrus, sunshine, and poorly made decisions forgiven filled the air.

One bite in, Sheila stopped mid-toast and whispered,

"I can feel my chakras laughing."

Two bites in, Trina finally blocked her ex.

Three bites in, someone put on Beyoncé, and we all clinked glasses like we just won custody of the vibe.

These brunch goddesses went from “what strain is this?” to “I just forgave my high school nemesis over eggs Benedict.”

Snack Bless, – Gummy DeMarco, Rope Model / Brunch Hero / Founder of Bottomless Enlightenment

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