Here's how this Sunday morning's gonna go down:
11a: Wake up to the alarm you set before going to your Saturday night Halloween party.
11:01a: Curse said alarm.
11:05a: Get up. Look down. Gasp in fear. Realize it's fake. Wipe the vampire makeup off your pillow.
11:06a: Wait. Was that even your vampire makeup?
11:09a: Who cares, let's shower. Let's brush your teeth. Let's brush your faux vampire fangs.
11:25a: Sport some clothes that allow a full range of motion. Last night's cape works, Dracula. Bring those vampire fangs in a baggy.
11:30a: Call a car service. (Trust us, you need it.)
11:55a: Arrive at Hotel ZaZa.
Noon: Enter the ballroom for the return of Sunday School Brunch — Halloween style.
12:01-2p: Savor the multi-course meal; marvel at the life-sized panda bear and chicken leading the crowd in a conga line (not a hallucination); drink champagne; twirl sparklers in the air; and dance on tables. At some point, don your fangs, make friends, taste some neck.
2:01p onward: Try to remember a time you've ever had more fun eating eggs.