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It’ll Be A Work Of (Interpretive) Art

So if you’ve read my blog for a while you may remember me saying that I’m a great cook but a terrible baker. All that measuring and exactness and precision. I’m way better at throwing a bunch of junk in a pan or pot or BBQ or grilling up some deliciousness.

Seriously.

Remember when I made baked mac n cheese and used a very wrong ingredient? How about that time I screwed up meringue by thinking cream of tartar and tartar sauce were the same thing (they’re really not)?

And then there was the time after my first niece was born. I tried to make this delicious and adorable baby block cake for the surprise baby shower:


Adorable! It looked easy in the instructions – one sheet cake, a bunch of different icings, a piping bag and some little sugar candy animals, how hard can that be, right?

Wrong.


There are approximately 3 different WRONG icings in this picture, not to mention the deformed, crumbly, fingerprinted mess of cubes that literally fell apart as I tried to ice them. I think that empty glass probably had some Vodka to dull the pain of FAILure.

Yup, here’s my lovely masterpiece:

I threw it in the garbage.

So, I’m planning on making a cake for a birthday dinner I’m going to on Wednesday. There are 6 of us celebrating our birthdays in April (mine’s April 18th – now you have enough time to make me something extra especially awesome by then kthxbai)

25 of us are going for a nice dinner to a restaurant with free corkage, that’s right FREE. Meaning we will each bring a bottle of wine and get extra especially drunk, so that when it comes time to present my cake, everyone will be too drunk to care what it looks like.

Hopefully.

The Upside of Downsizing

Because I haven’t been working my regular 8-5 job, I’ve been treating weekdays as weekends lately. Since I stopped working at The Company I’ve gone out 3-4 nights a week. It’s overkill for sure, but I guess I can take advantage of the days off until I get another “real job”.

Today for example, I don’t work until 5:30. I could have gone out last night, slept until noon and still had plenty of time to get ready for work.

Last Thursday night was one of the BPBBs birthdays. If you head over to my Cast and Crew you’ll see I’ve updated it with these boys – there are about 5 main guys in this group. In the spirit of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs I’m calling them: Hyper (who Blondie and I work with), Grumpy, Cocky, Sleepy and Shy.

Thursday was Shy’s birthday. Shy works up North on the rigs and is only in town sporadically. We always have a good time with the BPBBs so when I saw Shy come in and sit at the bar while Hyper, Blondie and I were working (best lounge team ever) I knew it was going to be a fun (if a little messy) night.

Turns out Grumpy had stood Shy up (on his birthday!) because he was too tired to go out. I got done work first so I sat with Shy doing shots and chatting. Since Blondie and Hyper weren’t scheduled to be off for another hour or so we decided to mosey on over to The Restaurant after-work-hang-out pub while we waited.

Did I mention Shy is nicely built and extremely good looking?

Needless to say, I really didn’t mind keeping him entertained while we waited.

Weirdly enough, he’s actually a really nice guy too. When the fuck does that ever happen?

So after they were done working, the four of us headed over to the bar we’ve affectionately nicknamed the WhoreHouse for some Seven-Dollar Triples.

You can guess where this is going.

We danced, we drank…As per usual the boys wouldn’t let us pay for anything so we had to sneak away to buy some birthday shots.

Then of course Blondie decided an after party at my house would be a fantastic idea. After all, I did have two bottles of wine, music and no roommate to worry about waking up.

Never mind my white carpets (now stained wino red), my kitten (that Blondie is allergic to) or the fact that I don’t have a spare room (no worries – Shy just crashed with me while the other two shared the couches).

I guess not having a day job to worry about isn’t such a bad thing…for now*.

*when I come crawling to you people asking for the number to AA, crying that I can’t pay rent or my bills and wearing dollar-discount underwear from the Korean lingerie shop I will probably change my tune. Until then, random nights out are in.

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