To Think and To Drink

I went to a school that loves to think. To think, and write, and converse…. and drink.

And when we drink, we laugh, and cry, and cheer, and think. We talk, and think. And I love it.

I love that I can go to a dive bar with 300 of my closest friends; Because who else is in a dive bar in tiny college town?

A school where we discuss religion, and philosophy, and politics, and science. At lunch, over coffee, over 3am pizza after the bar closes.

I went to a school that will always be home, with people who will always be family.

I went to a school where I met some of the most driven, intelligent, ridiculous, dorky, amazing people I have ever known.

And I am so lucky.

And I can’t wait to go back. GO Irish, Beat Texas!


Are you my Soul Mate?


Our brunch came with desserts. BRUNCH DESSERTS. Yes. They were magical. No. I didn’t take a picture before we devoured them.

Confession: I’m relatively inexperienced in the realm of romantic relationships. (read: I have exactly zero serious or semi-serious relationships in my history)

But what I do know a lot about is friendship. I feel fairly confident in saying that most people in their 20’s have had a friend or two or twenty in their day. We start learning about friendship in preschool — share your toys, find friends who like to play the same games, take turns — the basics.

As we get older, the circumstances surrounding friendship change. We are miles apart, have to financially support ourselves, and the realities of the big bad world catch up with us. But the basics stay the same.


The sign outside the brunch restaurant with bottomless mimosas. (Don’t worry mom, we we’re responsible adults)

This weekend I got to have a girls weekend with one of my best friends. We brunched (with bottomless mimosas), and napped, and walked, and talked, acted weird, shared TMI and ate our weight in raspberries and cake balls. We went out and adventured and slothed in bed and watched old chick flicks (shout out to Step Up and The Notebook).

It was awesome. And I came to the conclusion that eventually when that time rolls around I basically want to date a male version of my best friends.

I figure if my future significant other has at least some the qualities my best friends have we will be pretty dang compatible people.

Universal Truths of Friendship and Adulting

Traveling on my first ever business trip this week, real life has flown at me a lot faster than expected. Its been overwhelming and fun, and I’ve been learning a lot. Lucky for me, one of my best friends from college is living in the city that I’m visiting for work. I was able to see her last night for drinks and dim sum. It was SO good to see someone I’ve missed so much and be totally weird together.


Awkward snapchat photo of me enjoying dim sum: taken by my friend

What follows are some “Universal Truths” about adulthood and friendship that I’ve derived from bumbling through my first business trip:

True friendship: “He could have a rug for a face, but if he treated you well I would be like… ABSO-fruit-ly.”

Fact: All adults crave tater tots 24/7.

Help I need an adult…. wait. crap. WE are the adults someone needs now.

Friendship is when you can have an entire conversation based on odd sounds, strange faces, and amateur contortions.

BRUNCH. Brunch is a thing. A magical, magical, wonderful thing.

People who seem like they have it together are most likely faking it.

Just because you CAN doesn’t mean you SHOULD. Unless its ice cream. Then you definitely should.

Moving your body makes you happier.

Your mom misses you more than you miss your dog.

Some secrets are ACTUALLY secret. Most aren’t. But its REALLY important to know the difference.

Getting ready in 15 minutes is an important skill to have… but make sure you look in the mirror before you leave the house.

Boredom and confusion can be a truly bonding experience.

Don’t freak out. But if you do its OK too. That’s why friends are there.

Shout out to Table 7

On my first day of my real adult career (today for those keeping track), I wore a kelly green dress. I realized as I got off the train (well, really as soon as I left my apartment) that I was surrounded by dozens of very professional, very serious, very adult looking people all in hues of black, white or grey. The adventurous were wearing navy or tan.

“Crap.” I thought, “My zaney green dress sticks out.”


The requisite first day mirror selfie to send to mom

At this point, I had two choices. Stand out as the uncomfortable looking girl in the green dress, or stand out as the confident, outgoing girl in the green dress. I tried to choose option 2.

I arrived at orientation and was given a name tag and assigned to a table. I spent the day at table 7 (this is the shout out I promised), awkwardly at first but more fun as the day wore on.

New hire orientation is a lot like the first day of school. Everyone wants to belong. Everyone is checking each other out, sizing each other up, trying to determine who our new friends will be.  Honestly, I was intimidated as I sat down at my table. Those at my table looked much more sophisticated and adult than I felt.

But soon we were talking and laughing together. I talked probably too much (sorry). But hopefully my nervous chatter made those at my table feel more at ease. Maybe tomorrow I will come armed with a mental list of questions get to know what everyone else is about.

Truthfully, I couldn’t have asked for a better first day. In a lot of ways, my first day of work reminded me a lot of my first day at Notre Dame. I’m not entirely sure what the future will bring, but I’m happy (although tired), I’m excited, and I’m sure that I made the right choice.

Right now, this is where I belong.