Mother's Day and Girls on HBO

Mimossas and penne: What a way to start the day

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“You can’t pay me enough to be 24 again,” said the doctor on an episode of the new HBO comedy “Girls.” Let me tell you, HBO can’t pay me enough to continue watching the show. After this past Sunday’s installment I’m ready to cancel my subscription to the cable network.

If HBO is trying to cash in on the younger “Sex In The City” set they need to go back to the drawing board. I’ve watched it for five weeks running and it ain’t getting any better. If we are to believe that this show is an actual accounting of what it’s like to be 20-something, living in the city and trying to find oneself, well all I can say is “ya got trouble my friend. Right here, I say, trouble right here in New York City, with a capital ‘t’ that rhymes with ‘g’ and that stands for Girls.”

Not for nuthin, “Girls” is not comedy, it’s HBO.

On a lighter note, this past Mother’s Day was one of the best I’ve celebrated. Other than the first one when my daughter was just an infant and I was still aglow with postpartum hormones, this year was the greatest. My friend Donna and her daughter Janine, who Googled, “Brunch, local” and discovered the event at Bistro on Hylan Boulevard on Staten Island invited Bri and I along. Tickets were a bit pricey, but the affair offered great food and drinks, spa treatments, and raffles. Besides, the profits were going to a great cause, Community Resources of Staten Island, for individuals with special needs. Can you get better than that?

So why not treat myself, I thought.

Entrees included penne in vodka sauce, eggs scrambled and omletted any way you wanted, a bunch of other delicious stuff, along with fresh muffins, rolls, cookies, and fruit, along with unlimited mimosas, coffee, tea, and sisterhood.

The ladies, who have hands of gold, at Come Spa With Me (they do at-home parties as well) provided a back massage, placed a warm snuggly thing around my neck and put some instant manicure beads on my hands that felt like warm scrubbing bubbles gently exfoliating and soothing my dishpan hands away. After all the food was finished and the drinks drunk, it was time to call the raffles. Bri and I bought a gazillion. Since it was Bri’s first time on the raffle circuit, she was on fire with beginner’s luck and won three baskets chock full of all sorts of goodies.

We later found out that this was the group’s ninth annual mother, daughter, and friends fund-raiser. What a great way to start the day.

Not for Nuthin, it wasn’t just good Googling, it was serendipity.

Joanna DelBuono writes about national issues, television, and brunch every Wednesday on She can be reached at
Updated 11:48 am, January 16, 2019
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