Drunk Brunch

I got an editor note back for Chapter 16 suggesting that I change “drunk brunch” to “hangover brunch”. And even though I’ve been friends with my editor for nearly 10 years, I guess I never mentioned drunk brunch to her. . . Oopsie.

I don’t know if it’s a Louisiana thing or a my-friends-from-college-in-Louisiana thing, but every Sunday (and some Saturdays) during college when we all lived in dorms, we would meet around 11 AM in the LSU Student Union for drunk brunch.

Sometimes we were hung-over, sometimes we weren’t, but it was a weekly tradition to eat bad fast food and girl talk about the night before.

I guess now the term “drunk brunch”, for me, harkens back to a simpler time in my life where all I had to worry about was grades and if some dude liked me.

I guess the scene really is a “hangover brunch” if we’re being pedantic, but, sorry, editor friend, it’s staying a drunk brunch.

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