Riddle Me This, Riddle Me That

So, everything has worked out with the new apartment. All of the worrying, all of the frantic phone calls and awkward conversations, and now it has finally come to this, and it is good.

As of this Sunday, I'm moving out of Mum's house and into an apartment in Squirrel Hill, a little urban suburb of the City of Pittsburgh. It's a three-bedroom, five houses up from the main drag, and it feels like it's in the center of the world. One block to the bowling alley. .5 blocks to the Starbucks. Two blocks to the art house movie theater. Lots of little restaurants, the best pizza in the city, etc.. Talk about a new adventure! My entire living away from home experience has been spent in what were technically fortresses of solitude, replete with fireplaces and cathedral ceilings, and now I will have roomates to whom I'm not related in a part of the city I've never lived in a bedroom the size of my one at Mom's.

Bring it.

I'm sorry I haven't been writing to you as often. I had a week or so there where I was overcome by the urge, nay, the need to write to you, and of course the first date is always the one where you trip over your own words and talk too much. I'd like to think we're mellowing out, getting to know one another, finding each other's comfy places and easing back into something sustainable and good.

I learned how to make an awesome rum drink on vacation, the recipe of which I will share because, frankly, my only job in life is to spread happiness:

In a blender, combine:

1 can of limeade
1 limeade-sized can of rum
Ice

Blend. Pour into cups about 3/4 full, and then fill the rest with club soda. Add a lime wedge. Holy yum.

You love it. Admit it.