“Brunch.” That term sounds so innocent. Yuppies hanging out eating quiche. But no. It’s like a code word for “alcohol with breakfast.”

Sure it starts innocent with a mimosa or two. But before you know it, you’ve downed a couple of screwdrivers followed up with an IPA (because beer tastes fantastic with eggs).

By then it’s well past lunchtime and you’re ready to start thinking ahead to dinner. Maybe a couple more beers, or maybe you even crack open a bottle of wine. And with that kind of buzz going your judgment begins to slip and suddenly whiskey is not entirely out of the question.

Then Monday morning rolls around and you wonder what happened to Sunday.

Brunch can be dangerous. Just sayin’.

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