A perfect image from last night’s birthday party — the birthday boy himself, cupcake in one hand, Schlitz in the other.
It was a fun and interesting evening, complete with fellow bloggers, folks from high school, a few of whom I hadn’t seen in years, and even someone who recognized me from a pro bono panel I did at Cardozo Law School recently. And when the mood of evening turned slightly sour for me thanks to some jackass behavior on someone’s part, I met up with friends for some late-night bitching over a glass of wine. Very thankful that I have friends who stay out late every now and again, and thank god for cell phones.
As a result, I’m pooped today, but still managed to make it to the gym — I’m on a bit of a mission, as there’s a bridesmaid’s dress that I have to wear in a few weeks that was feeling a tad too snug around the booty for my taste. Wish me luck — my booty and I have till February 20th to get our act together, so it’s back to the gym in the morning. Not to mention every morning and/or night until February 20th. Sigh.
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My, what a pretty cupcake. 😉
My, what a pretty cupcake. 😉
I know, isn’t it? Nice work there, Ms. A!
I know, isn’t it? Nice work there, Ms. A!
That frosting really sets off his eyes. The cupcakes were spectacular.
That frosting really sets off his eyes. The cupcakes were spectacular.
Have to say, the day-glo blue of the frosting is quiet arresting! Must find the mix . . .
Have to say, the day-glo blue of the frosting is quiet arresting! Must find the mix . . .
j.–no mix. i always make my cupcakes (and frosting) from scratch.
j.–no mix. i always make my cupcakes (and frosting) from scratch.
The Emperor is in his dressing room.
The Emperor is in his dressing room.
Huh?
Huh?