The truth is I never used to drink coffee and now it’s become so engrained into my identity I’ve almost forgotten where it started.
May, when my heart had been tugged through broken tv and the person watching the program was there to view my limbs being pulled out of the static.
You appear and we make instant coffee in a cramped hotel room. I think this is when we bonded over styrofoam cups and deep brown eyes and eyelash curlers and I think about how when I saw you again I thought you had grown into yourself more than when we met.
And from then on it’s always us and coffee cups. Every single morning across the table or tangled on the couch or at 10 pm under gazebo lights. Decaf, black, coconut creamers, lattes, cold brew, every single caffeinated beverage you can dream up we would always have together.
Every sip I take now always tastes bitter, no matter how much cream or sugar I add I cannot help but find you in the bottom of the mug staring back at me. So I don’t finish mine in the mornings. It’s not the same without you. It’s not the same if I’m not bouncing like a little kid on your bottom bunk telling you there’s coffee in the kitchen and you pull me into your blankets like it’s your safety net, like I’m your safety net, asking for five more minutes. Everything smells like sunrise and softness.
So now I drink coffee alone. I wake up alone. Everything smells like dust and I get out of bed easily because it’s colder without you. Sometimes I think I was suppose to spend every morning with you. Sometimes I think this and then I remember you don’t remember the things I do.
this is purely for me to remember some things that happened at ClexaCon.
I got a hug from Sarah Shahi.
Ali Liebert winked at me and asked me to walk with her across the main floor.
Natasha Negovanlis used my chapstick.
Elise Bauman kept pulling me into hugs.
Shared first time getting drunk stories with Elise. I had a good experience, Elise not so much.
Rachel Skarsten knows about the 5 love languages and we speak the same ones.
Also, Rachel’s Starbucks order is a soy latte in Canada, but in the U.S. she gets coconut milk lattes.
Rachel didn’t want to go to the cocktail party on Saturday, but she had to so I teased her about it. So she jokingly pushed me and told me to shut up (with a smile).
Mandy Musgrave asked me if I wanted a selfie and thinks all volunteers should get free autographs/photos.
Gabrielle Christian went to a wedding last year near my workplace.
Kat Barrell is gorgeous in person. Like she has the prettiest eyes. and she is tall.
Dominique Provost-Chalkley is so friendly and pretty and her accent gets to you.
I told her I’ll see her at DragonCon and she said she can’t wait.
Emily Andras autograph table was right next to the bar, so people kept buying her drinks.
I went for a high five with Emily, but she pulled me into a hug instead.
As the WayHaught trio was leaving autographs on Friday, Kat wanted to buy a drink. So Emily yelled out to the crowd, “Kat Barrell wants a drink! Buy her one!” But in the end Emily bought the beer for Kat.
(I’m sure more things happened and I just can’t remember)
I love volunteering.
The DJ, fitness expert, and beauty lover dishes on CLINIQUE Pep-Start Eye Cream and more.
Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up feeling perfectly rested and peppy? While sure, sometimes we feel that way (like on a tropical vacation), the truth is, it’s a rare day we can get out of bed without a loud alarm, a coconut milk latte, and a feeling of deep regret for staying up way too late on Instagram. Enter: CLINIQUE Pep-Start Eye Cream. This orange tube of magic is filled with a hydrating, brightening, peptide-packed formula to help you get wide awake, stat. Busy girls, consider this eye cream your new BFF. At the product’s launch—a morning rave, natch— we caught up with DJ, fitness expert, and total girl crush Hannah Bronfman to hear her take on eye cream, morning mantras, and more.
Can you describe Pep-Start to me in your own words?
“It is a really great texture. It illuminates so it gives you a little bit of a pop, while also not drawing attention to the bad parts of undereye circles.”
How does it make you feel when you put it on?
“Refreshed and ready.”
Do you remember when you started getting into eye creams?
“Yeah—it’s been a recent thing. I’ve probably just gotten into eye cream in maybe the last two years. As I learn more and more about skincare and preventative skincare, I started really getting into eye cream. It’s not necessarily because I have crow’s feet now, but preventing that is something that I am really trying to do, actively, because I feel like it really does matter what you do now in the long term.”
How do you survive the morning? Do you have any essentials?
“I like to start the morning off with a hot cup of matcha and a great playlist in my house. I love to put on music when I first wake up. I think it can really set the tone of your day.”
What’s the vibe of your music like? Is it upbeat or low-key?
“Every day is different. Some days I’m in the mood for a really mellow morning, some days I’m really into an energetic, hip-hop morning. I think it just depends on the mood in which I’ve woken up.”
Are you more of a night or day person?
“I think both, to be honest. I love utilizing day hours and I love having fun at night and setting up maybe a dinner party—I love the idea of entertaining in the evening. But I do love to really have a full day and feel like I got a lot accomplished in my day.”
Do you have a mantra or something you tell yourself to pump yourself up for the day or a party?
“Well, my mantra for the day and my mantra for a party are very different. My mantra for the day is ‘Mind right body tight.’ And that usually helps me get ready for a workout, to really start to feel and hone in on my intentions for the day. And for a party, I always just—it’s not necessarily a mantra—but I always just think to myself, ‘Go in with an open mind, you never know who you’ll meet tonight—don’t worry about anything except having fun.’”
to Jo’s Joe!” A cheery greeting warmed Harry as he scanned the perimeter.
Decorated in earthy greens and yellows, the shop had an inviting air to it.
Behind the counter was a young woman who leaned forward on her elbows, a pale
pink apron adorning her torso and a name-tag with illegible handwriting. Her
hair was a mess of a bun upon her head, stray pieces of her wavy hair falling
every which way, framing her rosy cheeks. The lips that greeted him were plump
and pink and curved into a friendly smile. “Care to try an almond coconut
latte? I just learned how to make them and I think they’re absolutely