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.
In recent years, the placement of L and R on a sock pair is meant to imply there’s a proper alignment to your feet, much like a shoe or a glove. Now I’m not suggesting I’ve solely worn socks exclusively on the "proper foot", but I have noticed one thing — well more than half of the time — I adorn my feet with the correct alignment without actually looking.
Read MoreIf you caught our last blog post on concert etiquette, you might have noticed it’s by a new guest blogger named Grits Malone. My friend saw the blog post and asked, “Who is Grits?” so I thought it might benefit our entire community if I give you just a few words about him!
Read MoreOkay, here's the deal; I've been to many concerts and, as my disposable income has modestly increased, so too has my desire to become more comfortable at such events (ignoring how my modestly increased age MAY be contributing to the same). At any rate, at my last concert, my wife and I purchased seats to enjoy the sounds of Keith Urban. All was well and good as we settled into our seats, politely 'squenched' in to allow others to pass in our aisle and gained a mild buzz (pacing ourselves, I think is what folks from my generation call it).
Even with the warm up band, we remained comfy and could see the performers on stage; this was about to change. As soon as Keith appeared, as if some crowd dog whistle had been blown, everyone stood up — well almost everyone.
Florida was sitting pretty around 80 degrees and I was in need of a change. So I packed my bags and flew up to the New England for the weekend. I wasn’t quite sure of what to expect upon my descent to Providence, Rhode Island. I was taken aback by the small airport and the autumn colors – both of which I’m certainly not used to.
I reveled in the foliage and the slight drop in temperature. It felt good to wear a sweater and feel a breeze that wouldn’t completely ruin my hair. The air was fresh, the nature was vibrant, the laughter was filtering our lungs, and we were at peace wandering through Providence’s streets (all of which close dramatically early).
Read MoreThe day after I graduated undergrad, I hopped on a plane bound for London Heathrow. Technically, I was there for 21 days to complete my Senior Thesis in Urban Planning and Sustainability. But really, I was there to live the London life.
I arrived with the usual stereotypes of London and all things British in my head: tea is to be drunk, the Queen is extremely important, and fish and chips is a hot commodity. I was excited for this adventure, but living in a different country comes with its setbacks.
Read MoreBy Ginny Latham*
It’s 1:45 on a Monday; my Chipotle lunch is begging me not to recommence my workday, so I wander over to peruse my various social media channels when all of a sudden it shows up. The huge ring and even bigger smile of my neighbor in 2nd grade who moved to California and went through a (longer than acceptable) Ricky Martin phase is engaged.
Lucky for us, social media allows us to stay in touch with our closest friends/everyone we've ever encountered. Thanks to the “Facebook friend request everyone I meet” phase in high school, or even better – the summer-before-freshman-year desperate Facebook rampage to find a college roommate – we truly can stay in touch with everyone.
Read MoreBy Violet Stevens**Violet is 23 and currently adventuring in Richmond, VA. If you are interested in guest blogging, please emailAsToldOverBrunch@gmail.com.
So, I’m 23. I don’t have much dating experience to speak of. I had my first kiss at 17; my first boyfriend at 18 for about 3 months; and then I had another boyfriend whom I was with for almost 2 years. There have been very few people in between all that. I don’t do one night stands. I have hovered around a few friends with benefits situations, but always pull the plug because those never end well. And lately, I was trying to stay away from committed relationships as well due to the honest fact that, well, ain't nobody got time fo' dat.
Read MoreBy Lauren Frigm* *Lauren is a guest blogger. She graduated from James Madison University in 2013 and leaves tomorrow for Tanzania as a Peace Corps Volunteer. You can follow her journey on her blog, Lauren Takes Tanzania. If you are interested in guest blogging for ATOB, please email us at AsToldOverBrunch@gmail.com.
Starting tomorrow, February 8, I’ll be fulfilling a dream of mine by departing for 27 months to Tanzania as a Peace Corps Volunteer. I will be living and working in a rural village, helping local farmers to reach goals of sustainable agriculture. If all goes well, this will help the community become more food secure and have more complete nutrition.
I have gotten a lot of mixed reactions from friends, family, and strangers when I tell them all this. A lot of people think I’m crazy for wanting to live in a rural Tanzanian village for that long. Some people offer total admiration/jealousy (this is the most appreciated response; THANK YOU, I am a noble person). Others try to talk me out of it because they think I’m going to get Ebola (don’t even get me started about why this is the most ignorant response of them all). But the most common response is a lot of questions.
Read MoreA little over six months ago, I sat down to write a one year anniversary post of the creation of Tweets and Mascara. However, I couldn't accurately articulate what it's meant to me to write a blog that (some) people actually read. My blog and I have had our ups and downs, the main down being that I didn't write anything for about a four month stretch. The whole time, I wanted to reincarnate it, but I wanted to do it right. I wanted at least three posts a week. And not just three posts a week, but three thoughtful posts a week. And I knew I would have a tough time fulfilling that promise to myself with my work commitments, gym commitments, social commitments, etc. So I recruited a part-time helper, Cazey. Originally, the plan was that I would write two posts a week and he would write one. Then I started looking for new jobs, interviewing for new jobs and having a new job. My life was in a whirlwind phase, and Cazey not only stepped up to the plate, but laid out a four-course meal.
It's not fair to say that this blog is my own anymore. In the beginning of Cazey's guest appearances, it was difficult to let the reigns go and let someone have such a presence in an outlet that was super personal and solely mine for an entire year. Not that I didn't ask him to do it (because I begged him to), but it was interesting nonetheless seeing what he came up with each week. And now I am downright excited to see what he comes up with, week after week. And, truth be told, he's contributing significantly more than me these days (hopefully I'll catch up soon).
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