As Told Over AfterDrink: Avoiding Hangovers After All

October 10, 2019 by Cazey Williams in Life In Your 20's

More recently, we were asked to try AfterDrink, heralded as a similar cure and preventive measure for when you have too many mimosas at brunch (or just too many beers at happy hour on a Tuesday—ignore the coworkers repeating, “It’s a Tuesday”). How could we deny several trials of anything that promises to fight off a hangover?

I, Cazey, am notorious for not having hangovers. To date in my mortal life, I have only experienced eight hangovers. Unfortunately for AfterDrink, that eighth hangover occurred the first time I tried AfterDrink. However, do not write AfterDrink off so readily—I have tried it several times since and discovered it works. Possibly I endured a false positive that first time—or just drank enough that no modern science could cure me. (Hint: It’s the latter.)

The Best Happy Hours in Richmond

February 25, 2019 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Life In Your 20's, Richmond Brunch Review, Sara's Column

Not surprisingly, Sara and I are asked all the time what is our favorite brunch spot. This is not such a simple question and requires understanding of multiple factors like what is your favorite dish, how early are you willing to get up, and what vibe do you want in general?

Similarly, we get asked a lot about where our favorite happy hours are. I guess alcohol and brunch go hand-in-hand together? Today we’ve decided to answer that question that outlines our favorite places to grab a quick beer or rail and maybe a bite to eat.

Here’s our list of favorite happy hours spots!

Why You Should Brunch This Weekend (Including Tonight)

March 24, 2017 by Cazey Williams in Leisure, Cazey's Column

If someone hasn't texted, Gchatted, emailed, or called you already asking what you're doing tonight, then they're going to soon. And we have an answer for you:

You're going to brunch tonight.

And you're going to brunch all weekend.

Sweating Through Clothes

July 25, 2016 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Life In Your 20's, life lessons

write this not minutes after leaving a professor’s office hours. I walked to his office from across campus, which includes ascending Capitol Hill, which has to be a 45-degree incline for a quarter of a mile. So obviously I was sweating, even with an iced coffee in my hand. I dabbed my face throughout our meeting. My sweat glands finally ceased.

Forty minutes later, our meeting drew to a close. I stood up to leave, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the seat of my chair – a blooming, dark-edged stain. Was that sweat?! My eyes bulged. It couldn’t be. I wasn’t that sweaty.

Was I?

No, it couldn’t possibly be.

Run-Ins with Would-Be Lovers

July 22, 2015 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Dating, Humor, Life In Your 20's, life lessons

Welcome back to the newest season of why I shouldn't use dating apps. Three things happen when you log onto Tinder/OkCupid/Bagel Meets Coffee/Bumble (yes, that's a real app): You match with either someone you like, someone you don't, or someone you know.

In general when I come across a friend on any such app, I close up shop and move states. Okay, I really just the close app. I have other friends who automatically swipe right and others who automatically swipe left. Either way, I really don't care what you do. Today is not a rant on the proper etiquette for interacting with friends through Tinder. You just need to be prepared when you run into your friend at the next happy hour. You never know if they'll bring it up. Or maybe they didn't see you! "You're on Hinge? What's that?"

Why I Should Stop Using Dating Apps

November 17, 2014 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Dating, Life In Your 20's, Social Media

By Cazey Williams As I've discussed in a previous blog, I am on several dating apps - but I don't do anything on them. Sure, I match with people and have the occasional discourse, but I have no intention of asking anyone out barring extraordinary circumstances like I don't have homework that week. (Maybe over winter break then?)

Since I recognize this in myself, I have told myself to stop matching with people because it gives false hope to the ladies - but then I don't stop because what else do I do while eating lunch out of Tupperware? Yet I never thought it was to my detriment until last weekend.

The scene: Happy hour at a classy museum. My friend invited me along with several of her friends. I meet "Lisa" who's nice and all that, but as unmemorable as her dating profile because I don't recognize her.

A cider in, I ask Lisa what she does. She squints her eyes when she responds: She's in pre-something school, but she wants to be a doctor, a specific kind of doctor - and it hits me, I've had this conversation before. Ten days ago. With the same exact person.

"I think I need a glass of wine," I announce.

In line to order, I check my recent Bagel Meets Coffee chats, and yup, there she is. Hey, Lisa.

FML. FML. FML.

Now acutely aware that Lisa is my failed-to-launch dating app match - and I'm pretty sure she's known it the whole time - I spend the rest of the evening gulping from my wineglass and SnapChatting/texting my best friends. Meanwhile, Lisa talks with my friend about some guy she had just gone on a date with. A phone is passed around with a picture of the guy.

I glance at the screen and pass it like a hot potato. I mean, it really wasn't that awkward. Maybe she didn't realize (oh, but she did). But this was a great example of why I should stop futilely swiping right on people and even engaging in conversation.

Lisa decided to leave before dinner. She waved goodbye to the group. We made no eye contact, but I ad-libbed, "Nice to meet you."

My friend turned to me. "You're flushed."

"Oh, you know . . . the wine."