This is the week that got away from me (yes I know, one of many). I gave myself a writing deadline to meet for my new book, and I am woefully behind. Plus we have all this real life crap getting in the way.

*Sigh*

And, on top of that, it’s anniversary weekend. That’s right, we celebrate the whole damn weekend, every year, for three solid days. Seven years ago, during what turned out to be the craziest party I ever threw, marked the day my not-then husband and I decided it was on. Foreva. I should write a post about that, but I don’t have time to do it justice. Let’s just say when I woke up the following morning in my brand new apartment, it was a war zone.

Twenty minutes after getting hitched.

Anyway, three years later, during Memorial Day weekend, my man proposed. After I agreed, I asked if he had given any thought to when we might marry. His answer?

“I was thinking sometime next month.”

Yup. ‘Cause that’s how he rolls. He will take his sweet time contemplating and pondering, but once he makes a decision, he can’t understand why it wasn’t done yesterday (lucky for him, I roll like that too). We discussed throwing together a quickie wedding, but neither of us are much into that sort of thing, and we were both working out of town at the time so it just didn’t make sense. We got married a couple weeks later, with only the two of us and Lil Stinko, and the following day hopped on a plane to Buenos Aires, which was way more awesome and much less stressful than trying to pick out centerpieces and tablecloths and whatever the hell else you have to have for a wedding reception.

Anyway, we don’t bother with the technical anniversary, which is in a couple weeks. Instead we celebrate over the three day weekend, because it’s pretty much a guarantee my husband will either be in town or can catch a flight home. Celebrating one day, which falls in the middle of the week? Not quite as easy. Besides, who doesn’t like a three day party?

Today’s Happy Hour is a recipe for one of the first cocktails I ever posted, the Watermelon Gin Fizz. But, it isn’t a recycled cocktail, it’s what we’re drinking this weekend, all weekend, because watermelons are freaking big. Plus, the beauty of this one is that you can pretend it’s healthy. Watermelon has lycopene, vitamin A, and potassium – all good stuff. Hell to the yeah, get your drink and your antioxidant on.

So. Good.

Watermelon Gin Fizz

• One seedless watermelon, pureed (just cut it up and put it in the blender on liquefy)
• Lime
• Either Hendrick’s or Beefeater Summer Edition (not as harsh as regular Beefeater, it has elderflower, blackcurrant, hibiscus flower)
• Ginger Ale

In a tall ice-filled glass pour two ounces of gin and squeeze in lime. Fill halfway with watermelon puree and top with ginger ale. If you want to be super fancy you can garnish with a piece of melon.

*Warning – these go down way too easily. Drink at home or take a cab!

Also, don’t forget to send your questions to me at cowardlyfeminist@gmail.com with Ask Vesta in the subject heading, I’ll answer anything!

Have a wonderful weekend, and let’s say a heartfelt thank you to those that died in service to our country.