Starbucks Bingo and I Quit-O

March 25, 2018 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Life In Your 20's

I am a Starbucks aficionado. This is no secret. I have been a Gold Card-holding member since I exited the womb. And my membership doesn’t expire until Trump ends his presidency.

I love to collect stars. That’s the points you collect for drinking overpriced coffee. Every 125 stars, I get a free beverage. And it can be anything. My typical order is a $3.26 iced venti Americano with blonde espresso and light soy. When it’s a reward, I order a milkshake made with almond milk and two pumps hazelnut, five pumps millennial.

When it’s a Double Star Day, I’m there. Every month Gold Card-carrying members are designated a day where whatever they order earns them two times the normal number of stars. Again, we’re trying to get to 125 so we can order a free drink that is made of myrrh and gasoline at summer prices.

The Donald, Bernie, and Hillary Walk Into a Coffee Shop

June 02, 2016 by astoldoverbrunch in Cazey's Column, Guest Post, Life In Your 20's, life lessons, Humor

As we are all aware, the campaign for America’s 45th president is in full swing – full of gossip, scandals, lies, and more lies. Cazey and I frequently discuss the hilarity (and absurdity) of it all, even if it is reality. Most recently, we conjectured what it would be like if Hillary, Trump, and Bernie all walk into a Starbucks together, because, why not?

(Probably because we’re addicted to caffeine actually.)

Picture it: A bustling Starbucks on a busy NYC street corner (appropriate since all three candidates have ties to New York). There’s probably a five-minute wait to talk to the cashier and another 10-minute wait until your drink is ready; most people ignore your presence.

The baristas are all starving, high school- and college-aged millennials (or maybe they’re actors), each equipped with iPhone 7S’s and tattoos because everyone else has one, duh!

Ordering Starbucks On a Diet and a Budget

January 25, 2016 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Life In Your 20's, Richmond Brunch Review, life lessons

There was a time when I used to laugh when (old) people made that joke about not knowing what to order when they go into Starbucks, let alone what size to order. But gone are my days of ignorance. I’ve become one of those people who can order “an iced venti vanilla macchiato, nonfat, no whip” and know what I’m asking for. Not that I order that!

I also always keep my wallet and waistline in mind when I order. Here are my tips for beating the (mer)man:

The Password Is Free Coffee

December 28, 2015 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, life lessons

Last Friday, 3:30 PM. I’ve been up since 6 AM. I’ve already had too much coffee for the day, accomplished nothing at work, and have spent the last hour staring at Facebook and praying someone sends me an email that isn’t 20% off at JCPenney’s this weekend.

I decide to run to the grocery store before I meet up with some friends for happy hour. At least I’ll feel somewhat productive then.

How Does He Do It? (He Doesn’t Make Cold Brew)

September 07, 2015 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Life In Your 20's, life lessons

Most of my friends know I’m an iced coffee aficionado. I study this sh*t in my spare time. I know the caffeine doses and calorie count of every large iced coffee at most American chains even if I haven’t tried it yet. And as much as I hate capitalistic, consumerist monsters, Starbucks wins every. Damn. Time. When it comes to iced coffee orgasms.

There are several ways to concoct iced coffee.

Review: The Southerly at the Southern Season

August 09, 2015 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Richmond Brunch Review

One of the perks of running a blog is you get approached to cover cool things. This happened recently when Southern Season reached out to Sara and I to attend a tasting tour at their Richmond location. Now I, whose foodie enthusiasm is limited to Starbucks and McDonald’s iced coffee, had never heard of Southern Season, but Sara, a Northerner with a fascination for southern things (she likes biscuits and gravy more than my late grandpa), could not reply yes fast enough. She had previously shopped there and had been wanting to go back.

I was further proved to be in the dark when my friend, Sandra Tran, decided to visit me the day of the tasting tour. Sandra owns an ice cream store in Arlington, VA (you should really stop by Nicecream Factory if you’re in the area – it’s quite the tasty show), so I brought her along. As we pull up, Sandra exclaims, “You didn’t tell me it was Southern Season! Ohmigawd, I love this place!”