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.