Brunch at Chez Ressler



I brunched with Louis and Stephanie today in the suburbs. Louis is my best friend from college, and I sang at their wedding 2 years ago. Last year, I helped them find and buy this cute house in the near west suburbs, which they have turned into a lovely home. We sipped mimosas on the back patio and chatted for hours. It was so great to catch up! They're very excited about the baby that will be joining the household in November!

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