We thought we had it all figured out. Until we discovered we hated our job after the first month, and a co-worker asked us out on a date, and we had to decide if “adult” hook-ups always include sex, and our first check bounced. That’s when we realized we were screwed. No more dorm living room forums, no more focus-on-your-life-goals courses, drafts that cost way more than a dollar. Just us, out there, trying to figure this shit out over quick gchat sessions while the boss isn’t looking.

We figure the feeling is mutual. Our remedy: sarcastic griping about the hard-hitting issues of our 20’s to provide some much-needed comfort and, hopefully, a laugh or two. Mostly, we’re just trying to re-create the magic of our senior year lunch table inside the famed Boston College Eagles Nest dining hall – the place where all issues, big or small, came to be mulled over, laughed about, and put to rest over the course of our daily, 3-hours meals. Pull up a chair. We’ve got 5 + years.