Weekend

[sharplittleteeth]

Friday night:
Up late sewing badges onto my canvas gi. I am not a natural-born tailor.


Saturday:
Karate. Nap. Yummy dinner at Veg Out Time. Then on to DJ Harold Holt's 40th birthday party at the Back Bar.

Birthday boy looked resplendant in his new pith helmet. Lots of lovely people to talk to. I may or may not have drunk too much absinthe again.

(Although, if you're going to do the whole historically innaccurate "Bohemian" setting-fire-to-the-sugar-cube ritual, could you please at least do it on the bar top where everyone can see and go "Ooo!"?)

And there was cake. Oh boy, was there cake.

I have this theory about travel stories: no one wants to hear your story about how you saw an elephant, and it was magnificent. Everyone wants to hear your story about how you saw an elephant, and it almost killed you.

After Saturday night, there is now the Birthday Cake corallary to that theory:

No one wants to hear your story about how you bought an elephant birthday cake, and it was beautiful. Everyone one wants to hear your story about how you bought an elephant birthday cake, and it was a total, hilarious, monstrosity.


Sunday:
Bought sexy new jacket from fey rock musician/menswear assistant. Ate chirashi sushi for lunch. Came home, roasted vegetables and watched Doctor Who with my sweetie.


All in all:
Damn fine weekend.

Comments

[andricongirl.livejournal.com]

and drew wookies ;p

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, the wookies.

No one wants to hear your story about drawing wookies. Everyone wants to hear the story about drawing wookies on a spare letter... that turns out to contain your neighbour's credit card.

[txxxpxx.livejournal.com]

:D

It was almost worth all the drama & heartache of Friday to have had that experience on Sat night.

Oh & I DO want to hear the elephant story - and now the wookie story perhaps when I am less of a jumping-up-and-down-like-a-loony thing.

Tks for coming out to play.

:)

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

Thankyou for inviting us. We had an absolute ball.

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

Oh, and really - that cake disaster made the party. I've told four different people the story this morning, and they all laughed.

That's not to say you shouldn't be asking for your money back.

[txxxpxx.livejournal.com]

I completely agree. Believe it or not the woman not only tried to defend herself she actually went on the (verbal) attack saying that I was being insulting. She also said that no cake would look like an animal from the Nature channel

I have replied with detailed photos of the icing blobs, the poor shaping and the blood dripping out of the smeared mouth, along with several other animal cakes, some humourous, some naturalistic, that show exactly what *can* be done out of cake.

I guess she is one of those people that thinks the best form of defence is attack. She eventually begrudgingly offered me $38 refund - seriously.

For my part it isn't worth the hassle. I've written up the cake-wreck submission....I wasn't going to bother but after her attack...well, there's this little thing called Karma.

KAPOW!!

As the tag line on the poster said:
"A story of Aesthetic Bastardy
A triumph of Humorous endeavour"

[frou-frou.livejournal.com]

When it's posted to cake wreck, you'll have to let us know!

Dreadful woman - oh, well, as you say, karma will get her. And losing a good customer won't hurt (you) either.

[p-cat.livejournal.com]

I love that I misread that as 'Up late sewing badgers'.

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

It's my secret weapon - angy, clawed Mustelidae hidden in the lining of my karate uniform.
:)