Sunday Brunch

Sunday morning Brunch. Is there anything better? Fresh waffles (with the college symbol imprinted in the middle. We eat school pride here, yo.) Coffee, friends and/or respective boyfriends and hook-up mates, and best of all stories from the weekend.

Back in freshman and sophomore year, Sunday morning brunches were what I lived for. For one, I usually hadn't done any work on that Friday or Saturday, so the brunch period was the last hour of freedom before we all resigned ourselves to our respective library carrels and dorm rooms to do all that work that needed to be done. There usually was too much work, but somehow it all got done, or probably wasn't that important anyway.

The most important part of these brunches was the conversation. ALL of the stories from the weekend were rehashed over eggs and coffee, and analyzed from a myriad of different angles. Flirtation was an art form, and I revelled in how my friends were so adept at it through the retelling of all of their stories from the nights before. Bad hookup stories were laughed off. The word "Awkward" was thrown around a plenty, usually in the context of the boys in question's lack of social cues or frustration at their shyness (or apathy). The awkward turtle was colorfully interjected into conversation, as well as large arm movements, sheepish looks around to see if others were listening in (dining halls are not exactly the most private forums for these talks, and I am truly sorry for those that heard information they didn't want to know.) Screams of glee and exasperation often called attention to our table on those Sundays, but it was all part of the scene. We could have cared less. I often wonder what the upperclassmen thought of my group of friends- I know that we thought ourselves beyond the coolness spectrum here at school. But whenever I see a group of loud, energetically attention-seeking freshman roaming around campus, I still get annoyed. Maybe it's all part of the process- you live and you learn. I try to forgive these freshman, for they know not what they do.

Though now Sunday brunches are less of an event then they once were, there is something so comforting about walking across campus on a sunny day with your friends to enjoy an hour or more of talking and conversing, venting and planning. Things get so busy here, that free time with friends is a novelty, and hard to come by. And there's nothing that beats a good waffle.