Coffee and a Conversation
As Told Over Brunch is a home for intelligent discourse from the twenty-something perspective - so the stuff you gossip about over mimosas on Sunday morning or over takeout on your friend's couch when happy hour ends too early. We love chatting about our lives, whether it be the relationships we’re building (or destroying), lessons we've learned at work, struggles at school, growing pains we've felt, or even the food we’re talking over.
1. Excitement - when you go to your mailbox thinking that your subscription to Reader's Digest has finally arrived.
2. Confusion - when you think the mailman made a mistake by putting what must be someone else's latest edition of Maxim in your mailbox.
"Hello, my name is Cazey, and I am on Tinder."
Three months ago, I would have been embarrassed to admit that, but then you write a blog, and your life becomes a series of self-selected exploitations. Also, dating app stories make for good blog posts. So here's my full confession: I have downloaded up to five dating apps on my phone at once. Bagel Meets Coffee emails me on the reg that I have been active FIFTY-FOUR DAYS IN A ROW, so I get a free Bagel. What is my life?
Read MoreLast weekend, I was tasked with picking a brunch place for my (now) ex- roommate and myself, so like any good brunch review blogger, I just googled, "brunch in Richmond," and went from there. The first few, I had been to (like Helens), so I kept scrolling until I found one that seemed interesting. The Hill Cafe caught my attention, mainly because of a scenic picture it displayed.
Once I clicked through to their menu, I was impressed by the options, and was also surprised to see that it didn't open until 11:30am. My roommate and I settled for it, since it had sandwiches (she likes sandwiches more than standard breakfast foods), was in Church Hill (a neighborhood we don't frequent) and was a place we'd never been.
Read MoreI’m a bouncer at a college bar. While that might sound like a fun job, it can be quite the headache when people do not want to act their age. In my three years I’ve worked at two out of the three bars on campus. Most of my job is just people watching and making sure that everyone is behaving appropriately. It’s a different perspective of the bar when you’re standing two feet above the crowd. However, I’ve come to find that there are certain types of people that I see at bars:
Read MoreMy roommates and I are all amicably breaking up this year after two years together. To prove how amicable it is, we're even throwing a divorce party. However, my one roommate moved out two months early to pursue her new living adventure, and took the Verizon package with her upon her departure. The remaining roommates and I (okay, truth be told, I did nothing in the research) looked into how much it would cost for a month to month internet package, but it was too pricey and our house isn't wired for FiOS, so that complicated just opening up one of our new accounts a month early.
That means we're now living without WiFi for almost two months. No Netflix. No streaming. No online shopping. Not to be dramatic, but I now know what the Pilgrims must have had to endure.
Read MoreWhen I first heard about Snapchat, I did not understand the point. So you can send photos that delete themselves? Why not just text the photo?
Of course at the time I didn't have an iPhone, so I had never used Snapchat, and I rarely took photos. Three years later, Snapchat is a regular means of communication for me. I snap my friends I'm coming over, I story my iced coffee for my 45 followers, and put on lipstick because why not?
Read More1. When you first arrive, it's awkward. Where do you stand? Who do you talk to? Should you go find a seat or wander around? The only person who you know for sure will be there is the bride, and she's still in hiding at this point. Eventually you make a friend or find some people you kind of know.
2. Those people will feel sorry for you. Your high school chorus teacher will wait with you in line for punch. The dad of a kid who lived in your neighborhood will save you a seat for dinner. And you aren't even mad about being pitied, because you're too busy being grateful to be rid of the awkwardness.... Temporarily.
Read MoreSometimes I wonder how many times I’ve tweeted about coffee. It’s probably enough that Starbucks is considering hiring me as a brand ambassador. Except maybe not Starbucks, since I don’t have a lot of horribly nice things to say about their Flat White. But anyways, my veins are composed of the usual stuff, like blood, but probably also infused with either alcohol or coffee in a rotating pattern depending on day of the week and time of day.
There’s almost no point whatsoever talking to me before drinking coffee – just ask my roommate. Or my boss, who kicked off a Monday morning with, “Tell me what you learned last week at the training,” before my daily cup of joe. For that matter, before my bag was even shrugged off my shoulder. However, not the point.
Read MoreAs you've probably been able to tell at this point in our blogging careers (can we use the word careers if we're doing this out of passion and not getting paid for it?), Cazey was a busy guy in college. He eventually became a leader in several organizations on campus, and one encouraged him to take personality tests. He talks about these tests frequently, but I blew him off for years.
I couldn't decipher the difference between personality tests and horoscopes. Both could be right by simply stating enough general traits that at least some will apply to you. I've read my horoscope before, and I barely think I'm making up that my daily horoscope once was, "Some days are better than others." Thanks for that deep insight, I feel like I know myself better now. So why bother taking a useless personality test to get the same general results?
Read MoreI found this as a Facebook note I wrote four years ago. It's still relevant.
Dated February 13, 2011:
Here is a short summary analysis of the ways in which the millennials express mirth in text messages and on miscellaneous social networking sites.
Lol: A common man's version of mirth. Less sophisticated (even soccer moms use this), but it gets the point of across.
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