Red White and Booze

Going through my Facebook, and reading all of the new, ridiculous, alcohol/party related posts of the roommate I still have yet to meet.  Nothing brings on the thought of “I can’t wait to live with you” like realizing your future housemate is a 19 year old frat star living in a 25 year old’s body.  Oh the sarcasm I could continue to use here, but  I’ll wait to judge further until I actually meet him … next week.

Tonight will consist of cheap beer, cheap wine, and a hell of a lot of illegal fireworks.  That’s pretty much how the 4th of July goes down in the country.  I’m going to attempt to try to find the right balance between how much alcohol I can drink and still be able to run the Independence Day 5K tomorrow morning while understanding this is a failure from the beginning.

Tonight is also one of my friend’s birthdays so all the more reasons to celebrate.  In a spurt of creative ambition, I decided to bake her a cake.  Being the “go big or go home” person I am not but am trying hard to be now that I graduated and have to be a real person, decided to make a REAL cake – you know, like the ones that you see them make on the baking shows … with fondant and flowers and edible paint?  So yes, spent a ton of money at Michael’s on supplies and created this tie-dye flowered cake.  In case you ever care to follow my footsteps in a similar endeavor, these are the great recipes I found:

For the cake

For the fondant

As for the colors – I used the edible color powder mixed with a little lemon juice to create a watercolor type paint.




“I think your 20s are the hardest part of life. I mean, everyone goes on about how hard it is to be a teenager, but actually I think it’s tougher to be in your 20s because you’re expected to be a grownup and expected to earn your own living and be successful and I think you feel like a kid still.” Nigel Cole

Okay so finding an apartment is not easy.  There is a certain order of things that takes place looking for a place to live.  Basically, here is what happens:

1.) You finally find a cute apartment.  The photos look great, and the rent really isn’t all that bad.

2.) As you continue reading, the realization hits you that the rent does not include heating, water, electricity, pest control, or parking.  There also will be a fee for every time you open the front door, and a monthly rate for how much you breathe while inside the apartment.

3.) Somehow (magically) the cost from the items above doesn’t break you, and you still think you can afford the apartment.  What was that?  There have been 16 robberies on that block in the past month?  What…someone died there?  Last week, you say?

4.) You finally manage to salvage one promising apartment from your endless searching, and make the call to the real estate agent in charge of the property.  With no surprises, you discover that there are currently 10 applications for the place currently pending.  Great.  I’m sure the three 20-somethings with a combined income of less than 4K a month will win this battle.

5.) You realize that endless apartment hunting has not only once again proved unsuccessful, but has also turned you into a bitter and jaded person.



That Year Off They Talk About

“I lived my twenties in a very public manner and if anyone’s twenties are documented it’s not always going to be pretty.” Sienna Miller

When all of my friends who were engineers graduated a month ago, they went off to cities where 60K plus jobs awaited them.  My newly attained biology degree and I headed back to my small town; The kind of place where if you’re single, you don’t use Eharmony, you go to  My source of income in this past month has come from working farmers markets during the day and bartending nights at the local dive bar which appropriately has deer mounts hanging on all of the walls and a great selection of Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, and Alabama on the jukebox.

But it was okay, because this is that year off they talk about right?

In a brief stunt of motivation on my part, and as a plan B to not getting into a dental school my first year out of college, I signed up for a dental assisting program beginning August 6th. This provided me both with a plan of action in my life, and a reason to move out of my house, a necessity if I was going to to stay sane.

I found a living arrangement … with two guys.  Both are young assistant football coaches at a local college by my technical school; One I have been friends with for years.  After reading a few “expert” opinions  such as this one, I decided to say “what the hell” and go for it.  It was a risky decision made mostly on the basis of my strong feelings about avoiding a boring adult life.

After some casual “stalking” of the third roommate on Facebook, I would not be surprised if someone told me he barely missed getting cast on Jersey Shore.  There may be some GTL bonding between us in the near future.  I also suspect due to recent pictures, that while he is 25 years old, he is still a party-driven teenager.  On a minor note, he is a yankees fan … not okay. (Phillies all the way!)

Now begins the countdown of 1 month and 6 days before I get out of this small town. Oh and I guess finding an apartment would be a good start.

But it’s okay, because that should be easy right?