13 MAY 2006. SATURDAY. 09:00PM.

Eggs benedict (with a side of grilled mushrooms and 2 cups of coffee) got me out of bed this morning. It was unusually early for me to be out and about, eating a meal i'm rarely acquainted with on a saturday. But i have been craving for a big breakfast ever since eyeing on someone else's plate full at a cafe last week. There must have been some magic sauce in the hollandaise 'cos this meal lasted me past lunch, past tea and past dinner time, though i did stop for a glass of bubbly champagne at 3. Wow, imagine the money i would save if this happens all the time. The morning brekkie with my New York Guys turned into an afternoon stroll along the classy neighborhood, discovering any new hidden delights i can't wait to go back and try. We walked in and out of bike shops, clothes shops, ogled over really expensive watch shops, we found a gourmet deli and i dared myself to enter the cold room full of blue cheeses while the guys watched in horror. I pulled a face from the inside and quickly exited. We walked thru the weekend markets and found a new tea stall, we whiffed too many varieties and left with nothing. We stopped for afternoon drinks at Wagamama and i got tipsy from my champagne. We parted ways in time for me to pick up some quick and much needed retail therapy on the way home. Today was a good day. Waking up for breakfast never was more appealing.