Our monthly costume party begins again! Just when I think my body can't handle any more alcohol from Vegas and the World Series celebrations, we get together for Sunday brunch at Lime in the Castro and get tipsy! I swear those bottomless mimosas are a deceiving inebriant.. The fact that it only tastes like juice, by the end of the afternoon we were drunk way more than we expected. Got the "you-sh" eggs florentine, a spark plug and all in all had a happy old time!