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.
I headed up to my hometown a few weeks ago for a nice Christmas break. On Saturday evening, I posed my ever popular question, "Where are we brunching tomorrow?"
My dad, knowing that I basically HAVE to brunch whenever possible did a bit of research in preparation for this question. According to some poll, you just have to brunch at Athena 2 and order the waffles. So we went to Athena 2 to see if it lives up to the hype.
Read MoreThe narration goes like this: “This guy asked to meet tomorrow at a bar. Should I go? Free drinks…”
Or,
“He’s a bad texter, but he’ll probably pay for dinner.”
Or,
“I’m at dinner right now, and I just ordered the most expensive thing on the menu. I hope he pays. I don’t want to see him again.”
Read MoreUpon entering my sophomore year of high school, I had a hopeful vision for how that particular year would play out.
I knew it was the year I would finally, blissfully, manage to snag a boyfriend. I pictured myself walking the halls with him, laughing at something he said and tossing my perfect soft curls, my blue pastel pea coat appropriately fending off the fall chill.
First of all, I did not have soft, curly hair. I had thick, coarse hair that I can only also describe as lumpy. And I certainly did not own a blue pea coat. In fact, even if I had owned such a coat, I probably would have been too shy to wear it for fear of looking like I was trying to hard and instead settle for my usual American Eagle sweatshirt.
Read MoreI've been an unwilling patron of the Gold's Gym at Willow Lawn for the past two year. I say unwilling because I got locked into a contract that made it nearly impossible for me to leave. Rather than paying a meager $9.99/month with no contract, plus 3 months free, like they have been advertising on a billboard right next to my house, I pay $29.99/ month with a two year contract and 0 months free.
I pass it every day to get home.
My anger began when I started going to yoga (isn't it ironic) and they don't cap the classes. Nor do they have a door-lock policy where you have to show up on time or not be allowed in. So not only is the class passed what I would consider capacity, but they continue to let people cram in halfway through class. How can I focus on relaxing when I'm getting jostled during my sun salutations?
Read MoreYesterday I was in New England seeing lighthouses and moose and stuff, which will probably be a future post. At around 8 PM, after I nodded off in the passenger seat of my friend Petrina’s car, I awoke to a text from my friend Justin that he just got a free pizza along a screenshot of the below tweet.
Me: “Did you really?”
Justin: “Yes, they just delivered.”
Could this really be true? Could a pizza be in my hands in a tweet and an emoji?
So I tweeted:
Read MoreMy relationships with Star Wars and Tinder are the exact opposite. I grew up with Star Wars. I’m on Tinder because I’m all grown up. My dad introduced me to Star Wars. My dad does not know I’m on Tinder. Star Wars characters are always in my heart. Tinder characters are, well, characters.
One fretful afternoon, I considered uniting these paradoxical worlds.
It all started a short time ago in a galaxy quite nearby when my family saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens without me. Okay, okay, I was invited, but I had a friend in town and I chose friendship over starships. I figured it was cooler to sit back and let people freak out about it. I’d see it when the crowds died down, right? Right. that’s what I told myself.
Read MoreThis brunch review is a long time coming. Since meeting a chef like two years ago from Heritage, I knew I needed to try their brunch. I managed to dine there twice for dinner, which also peaked my brunch interest. Dinner was fabulous both times, plus their drinks are incredible too. To say my expectations were high when I stepped in on Sunday for brunch would be accurate. I expected my mind to be blown.
Of course we didn't have reservations, because I just don't roll like that (aka don't have my life together enough for reservations), but were able to grab a seat at the bar. We were greeted promptly with water and menus. Since I am brunch-obsessed, I had already looked at the menu the night before and narrowed my selection down to the the big hot mess (did they name it after me?) or the duck hash.
Read MoreDisclaimer: This might be painful for anyone who is a fan of Star Wars, or it might be hilarious. I’m not quite sure.
My old roommate had never seen Harry Potter before, and I was about ready to rule her off as a valid human being because of it. Then she binge-watched them all and she became socially acceptable again. Apparently, anyone who has seen Star Wars thinks the same thing of me, since I hadn’t seen any of them (technically I saw one with baby Anakin but I slept through it so I don't count it). The same old roommate volunteered to watch them all with me, but we didn’t quite know where to get all the videos. Cazey said he would bring us back them all from home post-holiday break, so that gave us hope we’d make it into the real world shortly.
However, he wasn’t quite fast enough. Over my Christmas break, my dad wanted to go see Start Wars: The Force Awakens. As a man who hasn’t been in a movie theater since Spy Kids, you can’t say no to him when he actually wants to go see a movie. So the night before, he gave me some general plot points – plus I had some basic pop-culture knowledge – and I felt informed enough to make it through the movie.
Read MoreLast year I went to a dermatologist for the first time. This was driven by my dad’s own dermatology visits – he has had pre-cancerous growths removed – and my own distress every time I get a sunburn.
Me: I don’t want to die.
Read MorePeople post some weird self-disclosures on Facebook. Last week I found out my neighbor, who has only been married a year, is getting a divorce because she cheated on her husband with his best friend. I’m actually fairly confident her husband posted the status, but my, it was juicy. I screenshotted that and sent it to my besties.
Consequently, today I saw the same stock post I see about every other week on my newsfeed. I’ve pasted it below with my commentary because I don’t know how else to ask you to read it. I tried to provide a chaser.
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