Deck the Cupcake

A cali christmas.
Shaded by sun, snow fades east.
As mistle toe sways.

Merry Christmas...

Cupcake Eve

I love Christmas.

I love that Christmas equals HOME. I love that Christmas means family, and movies, and fires, and white lights, and old friends, and mistle toe, and ugly sweaters, and it's a wonderful life, and parades, and snowmen, and jingle bell rock, and best of all... a break.

I love that we now spend Chistmas in Sonoma and it is filled with bike rides through wine vineyards and homemade meals and television in the afternoon.

I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be... than here.

P.S. I don't celebrate Christmas. Well, not officially anyway.

Confused Cupcake

Doesn't this cupcake look a little confused? Like... a genius baker thought it would be brilliant to place 3 bright contrasting colors on this poor hapless cupcake; colors that instead should belong to a sante fe kitchen backsplash.

Right?

I'm confused.

This is what happens when you have 2 days to go until a 10 day break sans work... cupcake colors start to remind you of out-of-state coutertops. True story.

Cupcake Lovin'

Little friendship you.
Far away in neverland.
Is this not enough?

Shiny Happy Cupcake

Even though Los Angeles has finally welcomed some sort of semblence of a 'season' (which by the way, I am LOVING- there is something about a little chill in the air during the holidays,) I am feeling all 'shiny, happy people' inside, because after Tuesday, just 48 small hours from now, I will have entered bliss until January 2nd.

To say that I am looking forward to Wednesday, oh glorious 12th day of December, is an understatement. Part of me wants to call this- the 'understatement of the year.' After all, we are coming up on the neverending New Year's countdowns, resolutions and lists, but I'm sure there was another 'understatement' in 2007 more worthy of this title, so I will go on.

Tuesday is my final marquee event before 2008. I love my job, but I am ready for a break.

The thought of not having another HUGE event until, get this, NEXT YEAR, is like licking a big dollop of frosting off a cupcake... 100x over.

I will get to relax. Get organized. Get little Edith hypnotized. Get packed. Get moved. Get out, and get home.

It shall be the most beautiful TWO weeks, more than two weeks, in a long while. And I will pretend that the time I am spending at home = the unbridled euphoric ectasy that eating a cupcake gives me for that one fleeting moment... except it will last for 10 days.

I can't wait.

Beep Bop Cupcake

Watch out young cupcake.
The armageddon is here.
Let live, and let go.

Cupcake Trifecta

To all of the people who helped me raise more than $1,500.00 for AIDS Project Los Angeles…

Thank you for your support in marking my Marathon Trifecta (as I am affectionately calling it.) San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Vegas. Not bad.

I completed the marathon in a little over five hours literally running into my family. A special thank you to them for spending the weekend with me in the freezing Las Vegas cold. And a little love to my sister-- for going to sleep at 9PM on a Saturday night in Vegas. A struggle I’m sure…

There is nothing more bizarre than walking through a Vegas casino at 4:30AM on the way to run a marathon, while everyone around you is still partying from the night before. The dichotomy was unreal, and fantastic.

Oh, and to top it all off… on my first spin I won $1,000.00 on a 25 cent slot machine with a five dollar bill. Guess I’m good luck...

So again… thank you.

xx

Cupcake Chronicles

I am about to run 26.2 miles in Vegas.

Yes, I plan to be in bed by 10pm on a Saturday night in sin city. (Gasp.) Vegas enthusiasts, fear not. It will be ok.

Just remember, it's like they say, 'Mr. Pibb and Red Vines equals CRAZY DELICIOUS.'

Wish me luck in cupcakes...

Dari Cupcake

There are times when you have to believe there is something bigger than you working away up there and everything we experience in this world is one more step toward that plan.

That time is now.

The exploding image above is titled "Dari Cupcake." Why? I have no idea. But I like it.

Vita-Cupcake

After a much-needed Thanksgiving break (complete with a rudofsky flag football extraveganza) I find myself half-dreading, half-looking forward to getting on with the next three weeks of work and life and love (maybe?) so that it will finally be the holidays again. And by holidays, I mean Christmas, and by Christmas, I mean 'break from work' and snow (fake) and caroling. Not that I carol.

(Please ignore the absence of anything Chanukah related. I'm just getting over Thanksgiving... I need the 7 days until Chanukah to practice my 'barucha.')

However, with December 1 coming up on Saturday, and my third marathon coming up on Sunday, I have been taking my vitamins and steering clear of cupcakes for the past month.

Do I feel different? Fitter, thinner, lighter, fluffier? I think I feel a little bit of all of those (possibly including the 'fluffier' part.) The following are my observations from adhereing to the 'no cupcake' left behind (on my plate) program. Let's not get this confused with a 'Bush-ism' because as we all know... that would never succeed.

Zero Cupcakes means I...

- miss cupcakes. I do.
- don't miss the fleeting happiness and instant regret they brought.
- am developing a serious all-out love for peanut butter.

And that, young reader, is as far as I have gotten.

Gobble Cupcake Gobble

Out in the desert.
Turkey and cupcakes give thanks.
For all that we have...

Cupcake Cleavage

Just like homemade... is that not the best slogan for anything that has the words 'cleavage cupcakes?' Exactly.

Let me be the first to say- there are not many advantages to eating your weight in cupcakes for say, oh, just around 6-ish months. However... when a good portion of those extra cupcakes travel to the nether regions that lie just below your neck, the result is two-fold: It's either- 'are those implants?' (because, golly gee, that is the first thing I would do when moving to Los Angeles) or it's- 'can I touch them?' (in the most innocent way imaginable.)

My question is- since I've finally stopped eating cupcakes (and 10 bowls of cereal and 3 jars of peanut butter and etc.,) does this mean that the cleavage that I have come to embrace (except for when running- believe me, it is NOT comfortable and has left me with a red rope-like burn clear across my chest) will disappear?

I hope not. But...

I would trade cleavage for the ability to eat just one cupcake anyday. Yes I would.

The Cupcake Blues

Blue is- the color of the sky, ocean, boy, sadness, music... my favorite pair of chuck taylors.

The color blue is bright, soothing, melancholy, dark...

Blue is a state of mind. I don't feel blue. I feel yellow and fuschia and orange- like a burnt sienna.

And it feels... un-blue.

Cupcake: C-P-C-K

I am going to frame this. Brilliant, I say.

M. Johns... thank you.

Choco-Cupcake

fresh from the oven.
smells like home, christmas, winter.
and chanukah, too?

Whirly Cupcake

Have you ever heard of the band OXO?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/OXO_(band)

Yep. Neither had I. Until one serendipitous night to be mentioned in a moment. Apparently, OXO was a small-time American 'menudo-like' band complete with fluorescent t-shirts, mullets, and over-the-shoulder keyboards. Their name was a 'palindrome' and they made sure everyone knew it. Impressive to say the least.

OXO had one Top 40 hit, "Whirly Girl" more aptly titled "Whirly Cupcake" according to yours truly. However, what make this band of any interest is that on a chilly Los Angeles night way back when (in September) I attended "Mortified!"- 'a comic excavation of adolescent artifacts (journals, letters, etc.) as shared by their original authors to total strangers' over at King King in Hollywood. Now, I had actually been once before, because what is better than laughing along with someone as they relive their most embarrassing, excruciating and mortifying experiences? Not much. Plus, I am the BEST audience. I laugh, a lot.

So, to make the evening even more hilarious, my cousin was performing. Yes, she is THAT fabulous. While I knew that she would own the stage, what I didn't know was that another performer, GJ Echternkamp, would read a terrible poem he wrote as a teen, and then (and more importantly) announce that he had left postcards about a very quirky, very real documentary he had made about his parents, 'Frank & Cindy.'

So I picked up the postcard. And gave it to my VP. And then one day, I looked down to see 'Frank & Cindy' on my desk. And I watched it...

'Frank & Cindy' appears to be a comedy- a humored look at the life of a boy-bander gone south. However, in GJ's words, "After a year of filming, what began as an attempt to mock his one-hit-wonder step-father, instead becomes a candid portrait of the pursuit of happiness."

So the question remains... What happens after? Where are all those one-hit-wonders now? I'm sure VH1 will have a special sooner or later. Just wait.

Cupcake Pedestal

Frosting piled up high.
A right-side mini mountain.
Cupcake pedestal.

National Public Cupcakes

Letting the title marinate... However, I was on npr today. And it was delightful.

While grad school was, shall we say, interesting, it did manage to introduce me to one of my true loves (no, not him)-- public radio. What once I thought was slow and boring is actually hours of fun at the push of a button.

I should be an npr commercial.

But only if it is recorded in black and white (even though it will never air on television) and all the little neighborhood kids gather round their radio to hear my debut. And mummy (prounced exactly like it is spelled) glides into the sittting area with a tray of good ol' fashion cupcakes (father is of course off with his chums at the local gentleman's club,) while grandpa puffs on a cigar and in between swigs of scotch says, "Damn that LBJ! That SOB is good for nothin'!"

Then, only then, am I in.

3's a Cupcake Crowd

And no one likes a crowd of cupcakes.

Will You Cupcake Me?

There are a few things that I have always loved. It could be said that if you have known me for a few years, you have at one point or another been affected by my love of weddings. Not my own wedding per say (though, trust me, it has come up now and again,) but the whole idea of weddings (what most people get caught up in anyway.) I love to watch them, read about them, attend them, and maybe one day, plan them... something I have been seriously thinking about as a little detour in a few years.

However, just because I might have forced my previous boyfriends, roommates, family members (I am SO sorry) to watch TLC's 'A Wedding Story' every morning at 11am (even if it was a repeat) that does not mean that I have lost all touch with reality.

For instance. I love weddings AND I love cupcakes.

However, some things should never be combined in gold lame. If (pause) a boy gave me a gold ring with a jeweled cupcake on top for any other reason than a hilarious 'gag' gift, I would call that... a DEAL BREAKER.

I would immediately leave, break up with, end it, post it, email it, IM it, myspace it, text it...

It would be OVER.

And all because one confused soul decided it would be a swell idea to dip a cupcake in gold. There are many things appropriate for a cupcake to be dipped in... unfortunately, gold is NOT one of them.

End note: Of course none of the above would apply to someone that I truly loved. BUT it would have to be the kind of 'will you cupcake me?' down-on-one-knee kind of love. I know it's out there... just leave the cupcake diamond at home.

Stop... In the Name of Cupcake

Seriously, stop.

Chutes & Cupcakes

Back in the day, I played my share of boardgames. A little Monopoly on a rainy day, Chutes & Ladders with a gaggle of little girls, 'Sorry' with my sister (I loved it when I won- she didn't) but looking back I'm not sure I took full advantage, and did true justice to the mighty boardgame. Sitting on the rug in front of our blue leather couch (which sadly to me, now lives in my 'all grown-up' sister's san francisco apartment) Andrea and I would spend many an afternoon cross-legged on the floor moving little colored cones, thimbles, or top hats over what was really just a piece cardboard- but it folded. Remember that? I always thought the folding board was amazing.

But I digress. Back to the Glick's tv room. (Others may call it a den or family room, but we never did- though that is exactly what is was- even more so than a room to watch tv.) In this room, which sits in the middle of our house- not quite it's own floor, but a seperate level in it's own right- Andrea and I (and when I turned 14, our gorgeous little man, Gabe (a-la) would rotate throughout the room over the course of an afternoon. The corner of the couch, the big leather recliner, the computer desk... All to the rythmn of 'Like sand through an hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives." Oh, the things we saw at 3:30pm.

Marlena possesed by the devil, Stefano dead, (but not for long) Sammi married to Austin, Austin married to Carrie, Carrie kissing Lucas, Sammi married to Lucas... The list goes on. Of course, all of this happened under the watchful gaze of the Salem Place steadies; John, Roman, Marlena, Victor and Kate, Beau & Hope, Jack & Jennifer and as pointed out by a seasoned Days fan, my sister, Sean & Belle... For those who I have failed to mention- days will live on in you all.

3:30pm also marked snack-time. I will say, cupcakes were not so much on the radar at 15, 16, 17 years of age. Instead... dry kix in a plastic brown bowl (or yellow, or orange,) peanut butter and bananas, tofu. Nothing like the delectables of 1476 Benito Avenue.

Maybe I'll try the dry kix again... better than cupcakes. (But not really.)

Cupcake Bones

Part 2 de cupcake a la halloween.

All day I've been thinking... skeletons are scary. And scary movies are spooky. And creaky hardwood floors are eerie. And unexpected noises are freaky. And freaky fridays are funny. And funny boys are yummy (like cupcakes.) And yummy cupcakes make me happy (like boys.) And work is exciting and boring, too. And life is suprising. And blackouts are frightening. And hollywood is shocking. And cold air is chilly. And spiders are creepy, and terrifying, and alarming. And a kiss is spine-tingling.

In a good way.

Here's a kiss sealed with a blood-curdling cupcake.

Is there a Ghost in my Cupcake?

PART 1

First: Happy silver day of birth Miss B! (You know who you are.)

Second: Ooooo... B's birthday happens to fall on a little holiday called HALLOWEEN; less than 43 minutes and counting. You know what that means? Fishnets.

Third: I shall be writing PART 2 of the scary haunted LA cupcakes edition from a quaint bungalow on san vicente- also known as... my office. Boo.

Travelin' Cupcakes

I have been on a whirlwind of Saturday night trips these past few weekends. It's not that I'm tiring of Los Angeles, or that I am any less in love with this city than I have recently claimed to be, it's just that when I see that '12 miles to Santa Barbara' freeway sign on the 101, I get ridiculously giddy. Or, when I pass the fancy Jack in the Box on Garnet, I know I have arrived in San Diego and the left on Jewel street is just a few blocks away. The feeling is better than a cupcake any day... And we all know that is saying, A LOT. It's a feeling of excitement (and alcohol) mixed with familiarity mixed with unpredictability mixed with the kind of unconditional love that is only found in the best of friends. Put us all together and you have trouble, but you also have memories. (Cue the 'emo' music.)

With another jaunt coming up this weekend, I have the next 5 days to gear up. On my past mini excursions, I've had soot in my eyes, Charger fans in my face (not literally) and I've spent some quality time with my little volvo. (By the way, I shuttled 6 grown adults in my pseudo-wagon, so I now know that I will officially be the coolest soccer mom on the block. If you don't see the connection between two 25-year-olds curled up in my 'way back,' then I'm afraid... you just need to look harder.)

I double-dare you to try taking directions from a 'way' back-seat driver. Nearly impossible, I tell you.

#1 Lesson learned from this weekend's San Diego trip: NEVER trust a girl in a terrible Pocohantas costume (your 'morning after' outfit is SO superior)... and NEVER (never) eat cupcakes for breakfast.

You'll be happy to know I did not partake in the latter. Victory!

Peaking Cupcakes

Rising valley peaks.
Castles of Bud Select grow.
With cupcakes for crowns.

Where the Green Cupcake Grows

I live in LA because it challenges me.

I live in LA because there is opportunity.

I live in LA because it's where I found myself after falling hard.

I fell in love, I fell apart, and I then I fell in love again... with LA.

Run Cupcake Run (Aaarrr Cupcake)

Because the idea of a cupcake pirate is hilarious.

And because the idea of me running 26.2 miles... is also hilarious.

At least right now. But not for long.

(I hope.)

Cupcakes anyone?

Cupcakes On the Move

My cupcakes and I are hitting the road in the next few months. I wish I could say I was driving cross-country (something I've always wanted to do) but really, I will just be packing up and moving down the street, or across town, or downtown, or uptown or to some town.

Something like that. Oh, and I plan on leaving the cupcakes on Stanley. Wouldn't want the new neighbors to go hungry, now would I.

Open Cupcake

It's been a crazy week. A crazy week of long hours and late nights.

And just when you think it's time to open up and step outside.

It rains.

Chocolate and vanilla cupcakes, that is.

Snowy Cupcakes

As Los Angeles continues to amaze even the most veteran of Californians (such as myself) with unbelievable early autumn weather and by early autumn, I mean the dead of summer, LA feels more like it's gearing up for Memorial Day barbeques than Halloween festivities.

However, the fake snow kiosk has magically sprouted up at the Grove, so all Angelinos can rest assured that it is indeed almost mid-October, which to most retailers means... Christmas.

Now, I know it's a little early to start rambling on about the joys of Christmas, but truthfully, if Nordstrom can sell a cable sweater when it's 90 degrees outside, I can talk about Christmas in October.

So there.

More to come regarding my sincere all-out love for Christmas... and Christmas cupcakes.

The Upside of Cupcake

Upside-down cupcake.

Inside-out, turned around

One more week cupcake.







YES.

Cupcake with a View

Tonight I took a walk. I took a walk for a lot of reasons.

Top three:

1. To stand up.
2. To go outside.
3. To stop the cupcake.

Good news, it worked.

If all I can see from my bedroom window are iron bars and my neighbor's carport, at least I can open my front door and step directly outside... Even if directly outside means narrowly missing a cricket and cigarette butts, it's still fresh air, and it's right outside my door. One of these days, I will have a room with a view... one of these days.

Black Tie Cupcake

Because I am a slave to my job, (at least until October 13) it seems as though I am living in a monstrous black hole that is only going to grow until I can breath a huge sigh of relief post-fashion everthing come mid-October.

Now in months past, the intense stress from crazy hours and in my mind, unrealistic expectations might have led to cupcakes (not one, but 10.)

However, I'd like to think that a floor-length gown, and a mask that sparkles can take a girl's mind off cupcakes. And it did...

Outerspace Cupcake

Pow, pow.... pow.

Pow.

NO cupcakes tonight. More writing tomorrow.

Cupcake Meditation

Medidate me cupcake. Encircle me in your sweet sugary goodness.

Take me away, from what I do everyday, and make me feel better today.

(Couldn't resist.)

Working this much could make anyone want to rhyme on the fly.

Ommm...

Morning Cupcake

Is there anything better than waking up on a Sunday morning to a clear crisp day after the rain?

I didn't think so.

Although eating cupcakes for breakfast runs a close second.

The Cupcake Monster

Friday's food for thought as it rains on stanley for the first time in many, many moons...

Monster, monster... You come in many forms... cupcakes (only sometimes), nightmares that scare, work that takes everything and the neverending uncertainty that comes with living in LA at 25.

Now and then it's too easy to think you're still there under my bed.

Who knew it would simply take a leap into the taboo to change the cupcakes to (not cupcakes,) the nightmares to sheep, the work to just 'work' and the uncertainty to... well, that one is a little more involved. At any rate (as my Dad would say) not me.

I'm a believer...

Cutie Pie Cupcake

Let's talk nicknames.

Can you imagine a little boy (or a big boy for that matter) calling his buddy anything but, well, buddy? Boys can be so awkward...

Even amongst girlfriends we have nicknames for each other- sweetie, hun or hunny (always with a 'u' p.s.) lovah, loves, b, jc, stink, chuck, etcera, etcera.

Nicknames go for sisters too...I have been (and always will be) shay-she or shaysh to my little sis.

In high school I was glick (a last name I could never get used to as a first) and at santa barabara it was a free-for-all; I was shane, shanes, shana-thew, na-na (thanks b) and a favorite, shana audrey. Now in LA, I am shan at work (still pronounced shane) and occasionally sugar shana... a nickname I could get used to.

But the worst culprits of nickname abuse are certain couples who I truly believe have forgotten, never known or possibly can't articulate one another's names. The truth is, I quite like a nickname now and again. It's intimate and sweet and only someone who actually cares will go there. I'm telling you, I am ok with a 'baby' here and a 'babe' there (I myself prefer cupcake or sugar,) but it's when those around you can't tell the difference between your babe and his baby, that you babe, have a problem.

So, as an expert, I have devised one full-proof way of curing the nickname epidemic that has gripped my little LA existence...

Eat cupcakes?

It's only temporary, but for those 30 seconds, you are just another baby or babe with a mouthful of cupcake... sugar.

Cupcake 22

Lil' sister birthday.
If little means twenty-two.
Here's a cupcake, stink.

Homemade Cupcakes

I have eaten many a cupcake. I have eaten grocery store cupcakes and gourmet cupcakes. I have made cupcakes in my college kitchen on a cliff overlooking the ocean in Isla Vista, but for the first time this weekend I realized, no one has ever made cupcakes... for me.

Now, truthfully, most people in my life especially in the past few years have avoided cupcakes like the plague... and for good reason. My love, hate relationship with such a simple baked good is more complex than I would like to admit, and sometimes I have fought myself on the subject. To eat, or not to eat the cupcake, or more likely, cupcakes. But there is always a first for everything, and sometimes... the past is best left right there... in the past... at least for the moment anyway.

So, needless to say, a first occurred this weekend. Cupcakes were waiting for me at 10p (the hour of choice) on an almost- autumn Los Angeles evening. And really, it was good and scary and exciting all at the same time. Sweet cupcake vibes... And I managed to eat only one. (Well, maybe I took one for the rode...)

Cupcake Q & A

Question:

Who eats a cupcake with a fork and knife?

Answer:

People who don't understand.

Shopping for Cupcakes

Window shopping has to be one of the best pastimes. Almost as good as people watching.

When traveling in Europe, it is nearly impossible to miss the window of a pastry, gelato or chocolate shop. The ice cream sculptures or piles of croissants are occasionally too much to bear. Trust me, one CAN live on European sweets for months at a time. I did.

So, this leads me to a little jaunt down Beverly Boulevard.

I was driving by MILK the other day (right West of La Brea on the Bevs) and I have to say, whoa... Did someone just tell somebody else that this is new spot for those that have nothing to do at 3p any given day of the week? Is it because LC & Whitney had fro yo there on the Hills? (Oh right, like they were eating ICE CREAM?!) If you own ray bans and a vest, I have good news for you. You are IN.

Ok. So this assumption may not be 100% correct. For one, I have never been there. So who am I to judge, right? Well, I can make an educated decision and that is this:

MILK. It does a body good.

But only if they carry cupcakes.

Spooky Cupcake

A ghost sang to me.
Across a cupcake ocean.
Go. 'I Release You.'

Cupcakes Au Natural

I am not a person who brags about being beautiful, or talented, or fabulous. (Although maybe I am all of these things. I would like to be.)

However, I do know the difference between a natural beauty and a plastic peroxide blonde.

A natural beauty doesn't force her face into a puddle of makeup. A natural beauty has sun kisses (freckles) a-plenty and doesn't hide them. A natural beauty can leave the house with only lip gloss, and maybe mascara, because really, mascara is magic.

A natural beauty doesn't want or aspire to be a Beverly Hills buxom blonde. (Unless it's for the alliteration aspect only.)

A natural beauty still glimmers even in the ever-present shadow of cupcakes.

Standout Cupcake

Going out in Los Angeles is such an interesting proposal. There are so many restaurants to choose from, (some are better than others) deciding what to wear is nearly impossible considering your prom dress or chuck taylors would both be perfectly acceptable, there is no where to park, (I am fundamentally against valet because I don't understand it) the food is expensive- and rarely worth the cost, and the people you are destined to encounter are sure to warrant many hushed whispers of lust, gossip and judgment. What a combination.

But, one must naviagte the muddy waters of Los Angeles to stay afloat, so I found myself at the beautiful restaurant AOC on 3rd Street on a recent Saturday night. (A perfect last minute choice I might add.) Not only was the restaurant's decor modern with a hint of classic, the food was different in that it was good. Expensive, but good.

Aside from the food, the atmosphere was a little LA a little European. People were there for the food, the wine, and the company. My kind of place. (Even without cupcakes to compliment the menu.) So then, explain to me this- Why, did I still feel like people were giving me the once over? Is it LA's way of welcoming me out on the town? I don't know, but it's the distinct feeling that you stick out among the blurry crowd behind you. Sometimes standing out is good, (I'm all for being a head turner) but sometimes the feeling is confusing and uncomfortable. Welcome to LA my friends...

Pretty Cupcake

hey pretty cupcake.
what are you staring at there.
look! it's a sprinkle.

Through the Cupcake Glass

Something reminded me of the looking glass today. I can't quite put my finger on it, but one moment I was thinking about polka-dot cupcakes and the next I was imagining stepping through the looking glass. Maybe it was the photo, maybe it wasn't.

A looking glass reminds me of a keyhole. A keyhole just big enough that when you put your face right up against the door, and squeeze one eye shut really tight, you just might see something. It might be polka-dot cupcakes, or it might not.

I think I would like to step throught the looking glass for a day.

In the Heat of the Cupcake

Hot, hot cupcake. Runner-up for the above title... But, because the band Hot Hot Heat may not be the most universal of references, I chose to go with the very well-known song, 'In the Heat of the Moment'- best used in the '40-year-old Virgin' when he bikes to get the girl he loves. Aw...

But we are not talking about love here. We are talking about HEAT! Heat in a very tangible form. The kind of heat, where you can't breath, you can't eat, you can't sleep... then again, maybe heat is like love? Who knew...

Really though, I feel like all I do is talk/complain/rant about the weather.

Life without AC in LA- Act 1.

A Cupcake Wedding

What has 500 people, 10,000 white roses, 800 cupcakes and 12 pairs of custom nikes?

A jewish wedding, that's what.

After being in the solar cooker that was Denver, CO for 2 days, and seeing more roses than I ever thought existed in the rocky mountains, I truly believe that there is not a white rose left in all of the greater United States. I also believe that a very, VERY open bar at a wedding is absolutely vital to its success. Inviting 500 people? Not so much, but 10 types of beer for the taking; an added bonus most definitely.

This is what gets me about having a small country at your wedding- it is guaranteed that you do not care, or even necessarily want at least 300 (or possibly more) of those guests at your wedding. I can see needing to accomodate a lot of people. I myself have an extended family that could rival a pro football team, but 500? Nooooooooooo.

Let me tell you the best part about the wedding (aside from the glorious dance called the 'horah' that was by far the highlight of the weekend)-- it was, (hands down) the fact that the food was so unbearably terrible that I didn't eat hardly a thing either night- save for the frosting off 2 cupcakes at the rehearsal dinner. (I was not at all suprised that the dessert of choice Saturday evening was cupcakes-- of course it was!) And really, I am just being cheeky, but honestly... fried chicken and beans? Even as an ode to barbeque... ew.

Needless to say, the need to overcompensate was rearing its ugly head yesterday when I was welcomed back to Los Angeles by the 100 degree oven that hovered outside every door. What else am I supposed to do if I can't go outside for fear of a meltdown- in the most literal sense possible. Eat? Luckily, the Grove beckoned from 2 blocks away, and the park became a beautiful setting for a nice nap just as dusk washed over LA...