Indigo Tries a Washington Apple!

10 out of 10.
Tastes great but also will get you hammered. If you like apple pie or whiskey, this drink is for you.
So a long long time ago, I liked to hang out with some back-woods folks. I use folks with that spelling on purpose. They are (to my knowledge) about as cis-het-normative as a group of people can be. They had that simple country way of life where their kids drank at 16 (with supervision) and they hosted parties because parties are fun. It reminds me of the type of country where you sit on the front porch and look at the stars just because there’s nothing else to do. With a dash of city liberalism, and removing the racism/sexism/general oppression of anyone “other”, this is the kind of living that I really adore.
These folks had one favorite drink: The Washington Apple. So despite being on the opposite coast from Washington, this drink was abundant, and it came in a lot of different forms. Anywhere from pitcher, to chaser, to shot. So when I was 16 myself, I went to this house and we got absolutely plastered on this drink. From this night, I remember being kissed on the cheek by a “good old boy” who I would refuse to talk to if I met today, pulling a girl naked from the shower she tried to take, and cuddling between a cute girl and a cute boy as they fell asleep. These times hold a lot of conflict for me now because I’m much more aware of society, but these happy memories are in my heart and I won’t let them go.
And they have nothing to do with the drink. Back to business, Indigo!!
So the true and proper Washington Apple that I know is in single cocktail form. It begins with one ounce of Crown Royal, one half-ounce of apple sour schnapps and roughly 4-5 ounces of apple juice. The resulting cocktail has a delicious apple taste, with a nice kick from the Crown Royal. I imagine that you could add Fireball and make sort of a Washington Apple Pie.
However, my favorite thing about the Washington Apple is that this drink can easily be made in bulk, as well as into shots. Just by changing the proportions, this drink can be made and enjoyed by many folks, or it can be a pleasant cocktail you order by yourself at a bar.
This drink is smooth and sweet. Some say that it’s too sweet, and I think that’s possible. If necessary, I could see cutting the apple juice with a bit of soda water (not tonic water). This would add acid from the carbon, and also dilute the apple juice thoroughly. If you regularly find that ciders are too sweet for you (jesus, I like apple things don’t I?).

Indigo Moves Out!

6 out of 10 stars
Would only recommend to the strong of character.
Pairs well with a Manhattan. Because you’re an adult now.
Well, I’ve done it. I moved all of my physical possessions into a place that does not belong to a family member biologically obligated to let me live under their roof. It consisted of movement a few tables of various sizes, clothes in a dresser, a desk and a box spring/memory foam mattress. We accomplished this in ONE. DAY. Because my friends and family are baller.
This process is worthy of review for any adult. There are a few points to be made:
1.My apartment complex is some shit. This is because the buildings are old, which makes construction cheap. They claim to have put “millions of dollars” into renovations. I would believe they put A million. One single million.

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Look at this. Totally done at 4:55 on a Friday. No. Fucks. Given.

2. I’m paying entirely too much for this. I pay about 500$ in rent for the room I live in now. The complex covers no utilities, and on top of that, does not offer energy. As such, we must pay about 100$ collectively to pepco every month, and an additional 80$ to the apartment complex itself. This does not include 60$ to Xfinity for the Internet. 240$ for a three-bedroom place. Because there are gaps in the windows, and the roommates can’t understand how thermostats work. Which brings us to #3.
3. Roommates are terrible. I have gotten into a fight with one roommate about the closet that she should not have. I have been in a constant silent war with the other about whether or not she should clean up after her cat. Also, neither knows how to fill a dishwasher. The cups go BETWEEN the tongs. On the TOP RACK. IT’S EFFICIENT. WAKE UP SHEEPLE.
4. The neighbors are terrible. The walls of this apartment are thin (see #1). As such, when the empty apartment next door was filled, I was not super excited. I knew I would hear conversations because THERE WERE SQUATTERS before someone legally rented it. One day, my devastatingly sexy boyfriend and I were enjoying a night of sex, and we got a little rowdy. Loudly from next door came a “SHUT THE FUCK UP.” My boyfriend almost had a heart attack. I burst out laughing. However, I did not get laid again that night, and my rage against neighbors has never ceased. Now, one of them snores.
5. Being independent is AWESOME. I will say it again. Being. Independent. Is. Awesome!!!! I have not had any of my roommates call at midnight to ask if I’ll be home. I have not had either of my roommates stop me on my way out the door to ask if I can help with the attic. I have been able to buy and eat as much cookie dough as I want. I can go for a run right afterwards, or sit on my bed and masturbate with one hand, with cookie dough in the other. Like a curvy, vivacious Jabba the Hut. Wee pee bo solo fuck cookie doe.
6. Paying rent makes you feel like a boss. I mean, there’s that good week before you pay rent, where you run around going “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Moneeeey!!!”But every time I look into my account and see $500 has been removed (presumably to pay shitty repairmen do shitty repairs), I feel like a big adult. I put on my adult pajamas and do a little IndepenDANCE because I just successfully paid rent.
So yes, moving out is a solid 6 out of 10. The benefits still outweigh the cons, and I hope that continues to be true for as long as I live. Then I will never live with family again, gods bless ’em.