The Chamberlain Art Show

My lovely friend Lizzy had a beautiful get together this weekend. 

It was called "The Chamberlain Art Show".

I went to visit her to help put on this massive event and to meet her newly acquired fiancée, Jon.

They are so cute by the way!

They have been dating since November 2009, 

and I just have never been in town at the right times to meet him.

 There was art work in every room of the house

on every inch of the wall.

It was incredibly elaborate.

But then again I would expect nothing else from Lizzy.

My big contribution was arranging the food,

making Mushroom Pate,

and creating fun candles around the house. 

This was my favorite piece of artwork.

It was called: "Jesus was a Black Man Too",

and it was painted by the talented Leah Nixon.

Lizzy, being an aspiring playwright, wrote a play called "Collection Time", 

and it was performed that night.

The concept was that our technology tools are not necessary to life as the "garage man" comes to collect all of the "trash" (electronics).

It was very intriguing.

This is a photo of the theatre room.

It was cut down the middle by blue tape.

One side saturated with technology,

and the other memorabilia from the past.

 On top of having a fabulous weekend with an old friend,

Lizzy asked me to be one of her bridesmaids.

I feel so honored.

I just about cried on the porch at 2 am in the morning after this crazy night. :)

I heart friends!

The funny thing is I visited her in St. Louie almost exactly one year ago.

Remember my Comfort of a Coffee Snob post?

Funny, how that stuff can happen on accident. :)

This picture is for Hannah Elizabeth & Connally:

 If you want to see more photos of the art show,

Check out my album here.

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The Comfort of a Coffee Snob

This weekend, I went to visit my friend in St. Louis. I haven't seen her since November, so it was a joyous occasion. I basically got to live life with her for the weekend, which was grand.


Saturday morning, she had to work at the local coffeeshop. Around 7:30, I pulled myself out of bed for some breakfast and coffee. When I arrived, my friend's work was hopping. I stepped up to order my cappecino, met with a oh so familiar question: "Would you like a traditional cappecino?" I breathed out a thankful, "yes". Anyone, who works in the specialty coffee industry can relate with my feelings of relief when met with such a reassuring question that you are indeed in a legit coffee house.

As I sat sipping on my cappe and nibbling my mocha muffin, I just watched the craziness around me. It was incredible to see people frantically searching for seats. One couple sat so close to me, it was impossible not to eaves drop a little bit. 


But more impressive than the amount of people was the amount of diversity. A young almost hippie-like couple sat to my right. My left was an elderly man reading the paper. Ahead of me was an international student studying. Next to her, were two middle-aged ladies that looked like old friends. Next to them was a mother and a daughter. The little girl could not have been more than five and had the most enchanting red curls. 


It amazes me how one coffee shop can bring so many different people together, and the commitment that all of these people exhibit to this particular coffee shop at 8 am in the morning on SATURDAY!


Because one cup is never enough, I had breakfast and coffee with my cousins at Booster's Cafe. It was the most darling cafe. A significant portion of their profit goes to Africa. Hmmm...sound familiar? Most of the waitresses were international students, and again, the customers all came from diverse backgrounds. An interracial couple sat next to me and my cousins speaking in a language I did not recognize. What a breath of fresh air!


My coffee experience was not all wonderful in St. Louis, however. While we were walking in St. Louis, my friend and I passed a coffee shop that will remain nameless. Immediately, bad memories of horrible coffee and service flooded my mind. 


In high school, I had visited that shop with a fellow barista. That experience was so horrible that I wrote a paper on how horrible it truly was.


But that shop is special to me as well, because it was at that moment in high school that I realized I had truly become a "coffee snob".







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