Down the Rabbit Hole

Open House

1 1/2 cup Southern Comfort

4 oz lemon juice

4 oz sweetened lime juice

4 oz orange juice

8 oz lemon lime soda

Fill a large glass pitcher with ice and combine all ingredients. Stir gently. Float lemon, lime and orange wedges for garnish.  Although the recipe serves 4, feel free to drink someone else's serving.  I won't tell.

Ohhh you little pumpkins, how I love you so!  Because I promised that you'd get some photos or video, I totally created a video montage in Pica.sa (now known to me as picASSa) and just as soon as I hit create, it totally lost all of my work.  So I went over to another site and created one all over again.

Because I love you.  And I'll hold this over your heads later when I want something from one of you.


Now, before I invite you all into my home, I wanted to make note of the gift registry.  What? You didn't think I wanted something for all of my hard work?  Well think again.

Registry: 

1) Buy

2) Me

3) Stuff


Now that you're done that, Come on Down the Rabbit Hole

Right "Thur"

Midwestern Twang

3 oz whiskey

1 tsp Tang

3 oz Sprite (any lemon lime soda will do.  Yes soda, not "pop")

Garnish - Maraschino cherries or orange wheel.  If you're feeling randy, do both

Mix whiskey and Tang in a cocktail shaker over ice.  Shake with reckless abandonment, but make sure the top is on.  Strain into an old fashioned glass while pouring in the soda simultaneously. Garnish with two cherries or orange.

Enjoy!

I think that I'm officially between accents.  This is a big friggin' deal.  You see people from Philadelphia sound unique - specifically women from Philly.  I admit that thanks to a college education and traveling these United States, I don't didn't sound exactly like Eve in Barbershop, but I definitely sounded like I'm from the Midatlantic.  So why did I catch myself saying that something was right over "hurr" [READ: here]?

I'm fittin' to be scared...

In other news, remember how my home slice President Obama is totally my neighbor? Well someone needs to tell him and Michelle that they only have until the end of the month to bring me my muffin basket because you guessed it kids - I'm moving.  And now for the FAQ's:

Q. Why are you moving from such an awesome neighborhood?

A. Well my dears, why I am happy to be gainfully employed, a bitch makes about 23 grand less than I anticipated making when I first moved to this beautiful condo, and while I can still afford it, I don't have the comfortable cushion that I'm used to.

Q. So couldn't you just get another gig? Even like a part-time one?

A. Could I? Yes. Would I? No. I'm busy babes. Besides, now that I know the city a bit better, I found an equally awesome apartment in Humboldt Park that I will totally rock. (yes, I still have exposed brick!)

Q. Hey! Whatever happened to that virtual housewarming you promised us?

A. What can I say? I'm a bit of a flake, but I tell ya what - I PROMISE that sometime within the next 7 days I will either post a video or a picture collage of my soon to be old dwelling.  Sometime down the line a peek into the new place will follow. Deal?

Other questions? Bring 'em on!

The Last Mojican Mojito

2oz spiced rum

1 oz sweetened lime juice

1 oz sour mix

3 oz lemon lime seltzer

1 lime wedge

3 sprigs of fresh mint

In a cocktail shaker add a few ice cubes, mint, lime wedge and sour mix.  Muddle the mixture for 1 full minute.  Add lime juice and rum then shake it like you're in a Pit Bull/ Ying Yang Twins video.  Remove the shaker top and in a tall collins glass, pour the contents of the shaker and the seltzer simultaneously.  Stick a straw in it and enjoy!

I woke up crying this morning.  Sobbing.

I dreamed that I was in some sort of parade with all of my closest girlfriends from different phases in my life - my best friend from childhood who I've known since we were 5 years old, my good good girlfriends from high school and my closest friends from college and my current life.  We were doing a dance number and every time we turned in unison and I had to face a different one, they were pregnant and/or flashing an engagement ring.  And I began to cry.  And then I woke up.

I suppose the apex of the way that I feel could be the text I received yesterday from a friend's mom asking for my address so that she could send me a baby shower invitation.  This is the friend who is a new, but fairly successful actress and who I thought didn't want children until she was more established in her career.  Granted she and her husband have been married for about 4 years and we're all not getting any younger, but I guess I thought that she would be the last of the baby-less Mojicans.

Did I mention that in 2010 5 of my friends got married, 4 had babies and 2 got engaged.  That doesn't include all of the "my life is better than your life" updates from facebook associates.  Just great.  But let me be clear - no one and I mean NO ONE is happier for them than I.  I have been blessed with having amazing sister friends in my life and they all deserve the love and joy that they are experiencing.  But I'd be lying if it didn't sting a bit, just because my life still feels so unfulfilled.

****Mid-post update****

I actually started this post on January 28th and I'm not sure why I never got around to finishing it, but no bullshit, since then 2 of my CLOSEST sister friends called to tell me that they too were pregnant...

*Le sigh*

Again, I am ECSTATIC for them. I even actually have accepted the role of godmother for one (and I take that shit seriously.  I have always declined in the past, so this is actually my first godbaby and I am super emotional).  But I contend that this still makes me a little sad.  Granted I spent the majority of my adult years thinking that kids were just a bunch of annoyingly loud and inexplicably sticky short people, - and they are -  but when I started being honest with myself I realized that I want little more than to have a healthy relationship and children of my own.

So here I sit - one of the last of the Mojicans, cringing just a little bit every time the phone rings.