Watermelon Mojito (sort of)

I'm writing this for the super-duper hugely awesome Blogher@Home Contest (Also.. cause I'm thirsty and I really wish i had a watermelon right now)

If you don't have a juicer, just throw this shit in a blender. It'll work, it's watermelon.

I drank A LOT of these last summer after I got my juicer. If you leave out the rum you can feed it to the kiddies.

1/4 to 1/2 a watermelon, cut into chunks (give or take.. i have no idea how big your watermelon is!)
4 - 6 Mint Leaves
1/2 a lime

Juice all that up and mix it around in a big jug so it's all minty and limey and watermellony. It should make about 2L of juice

Add 1 cup of white rum. Stir.

Sip.

Or chug.. depends on what kind of day you're having. When i want to be extra fancy, I pour it in martini glasses and pretend I'm classy. Otherwise a huge blue glass is excellent. Another excellent idea, which I intend on trying.. toss that shit in your authentic Margaritaville Margarita Maker and enjoy a frozen version.

5th Avenue Place

I grew up in Calgary.

5th Avenue Place used to be called Esso Plaza. The fountain was always there from what I remember, but there was also a cheap movie theatre inside, where you could see older movies for a Loonie, and later a Toonie.

I spent a lot of time there as a teen and a young adult, during summer days we'd take off our shoes and go happily splashing right through the middle of the fountain, often much to the amusement of the office workers there, peacefully eating their lunches or enjoying a cigarette. We were young, carefree and even when we were miserable, we were still happy. Everything was still bright and new and full of hope. Love and laughter surrounded us always.

Evenings were spent huddled in the movie theatre, sometimes watching the movie, but mostly not. Cuddling, holding hands and making out in the darkness of the theatre.

Now, I am one of those office workers, quickly eating my lunch and enjoying the sun for a few moments before I rush back to the mountains of work left on my desk. Alone, with no hand to hold, taking barely a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene, not daring to run through the crisp cool water. After all, I have to go back to work you know.