I can’t name names here because I wouldn’t want to shame a small business, but yesterday I bought some gingerbread cookies at a local bakery and they were hard. I saw on their Instagram that gingerbread men were among the day’s lineup and I am a huge gingerbread fan. I won’t go so far as to say I wish gingerbread were available year-round (for some reason I don’t see myself snacking on nutmeg and cinnamon cookies on a beach in July?), but there are two flavored syrups at Starbucks that get me going: pumpkin spice and gingerbread! Have you ever mixed the two? Yes, I’m white and Protestant if you can’t tell from that last sentence.Read More
That made me wonder, what other surreal moments truly took my breath away? I've collected a short list, scribbled across several nights as I recalled them:
*Disclaimer: Most of these are recent memories because 1. They're easier to remember and 2. Getting older has given me a deeper appreciation of special events.Read More
The summer before my senior year of college, I went through a music transformation. All through college I had been consumed by EDM. That’s what I listened to while sprawled on the floor surrounded by textbooks. But in 2011, I began to fall for a hipster, and I also began to listen to her music. These were separate changes, but they certainly converged—and maybe became intertwined.
The Lumineers had just stepped onto the stage. Pandora stilled trumped Spotify. We all kept iTunes libraries. I regularly converted YouTube videos into MP3s. And she sat behind me in biology class.Read More
Last month I received an invitation to my friend's wedding. This came as a surprise since, even though we were the best of friends when drunk while freshman year, the last time we caught up was at dinner and we finished and paid for our meal in under an hour. I walked away thinking, "We are not the same friends anymore."
When I saw my friend was engaged, I happily clicked like and wrote congrats with three exclamation points. My excitement for him was genuine. But after that dinner, I felt pretty sure I would not be invited to the wedding. Which not a big deal. At our dinner, I discovered the wedding date coincided with a project proposal I had due (grad school problems), and I even mentioned this to my friend.
Cue me opening letter and squealing (I think I did make some animalistic noise) that I was invited. And not just that - the invitation read "Mr. Cazey Williams + Guest."Read More
A while before, a friend told me about "Margo" and suggested we might make a good pair. I knew her name through a handful of other friends, and I gathered my friend had also made the same suggestion to Margo. At some point I added her on Facebook. That is how all great millennial love stories begin - that, or a swipe right.
The relationship progressed with Facebook likes, comments back and forth on mutual friends' posts, and at another point we exchanged numbers when she discovered I was visiting her city soon. We made plans to grab coffee that turned into gelato. Of course, I left Richmond late (by two hours), so I had to move our meeting back. I also had to stop at my friend's before, where I was staying that night, to drop off my luggage.Read More
I always wanted to get a massage. This may surprise some people because I don’t like being touched. But I am receptive to touch if a.) I know it’s coming and b.) it’s deep pressure. In theory, massages would meet these criteria.
But, also in theory, massages are expensive. I have not shopped around a lot for a massage, but one time I saw a Groupon for $60 for a 90-minute session. I mean, that seems like a deal, but it’s also like paying someone 66 cents a minute to touch you. Which seems steep. I could pay $3 to enjoy coffee for 30 minutes. That’s 10 cents a minute! I think it’s even cheaper in Amsterdam.Read More
I'm not even talking about the what-if-the-robots-take-over kind of scary, but the terror of what will happen to human interaction. I mean, think of us now: with Internet, the prevalence of social media and online dating, you can live your entire life engaging through computer-mediated-communications without ever meeting people in real life. Part of that is nice -- like if you're in a long-distance relationship or want to order groceries without having to put pants on -- but part of it is really not.Read More
For some time, I’ve known that people’s self-awareness is wildly off. People tend to think they’re patient, kind, competent, and charitable when, by default, we’re all the opposite. But besides not knowing our personalities well, no one seems to know what they actually look like. Nowhere is this more apparent than with Bitmojis.
For several years, these cartoon versions of ourselves have existed. Users get to design mini-me’s that resemble ourselves as close as the options come. This gets as specific as your eyebrow shape and pupil width. And don’t forget lip plumpness! If you even have lips. That’s an option (no lips)!Read More
When I moved in across the street from Early Bird Biscuit Company, I knew there'd be a problem. I couldn't possibly afford to visit the biscuit shop every morning and still have a savings account. I promised myself I would only go if they had a biscuit flavor I could not resist. (So everyday?)
If you don't know, Early Bird is a local Richmond eatery specializing in freshly baked biscuits and Blanchard's coffee. Each morning offers up a new special sandwich flavor and unique biscuit flavor. My roommate, who moved to Richmond this summer, immediately fell in love with them. She became my Delilah who tempted me at every sunrise with suggestions of biscuits and iced coffees. She soon dreamed of a time when she'd be recognized as a regular at the eatery. She wanted them to know her name and greet her every morning with, "Good morning, Katherine! Do you want the usual?"Read More
One thing I didn't want to wait for was The Bayside Skillet. I have a thing for kitschy (which means tacky but in an ironic or intended way). My kitchen is kitschy, and this restaurant reminded me of what my kitchen would be if I lived on the beach and cooked omelets and crepes. And when I say 'remind,' I mean pretty loosely. My kitchen is all about yellow with hits of bright colors, and theirs was pink with accents of strawberries.Read More