but they ate it anyway!
Special sister edition!
But they all ate it anyway.
We just made it into Bar Lubitsch by 10:30, our cake cut-off time as per the bouncers’ instructions from a couple weeks ago. The glowing red and big booths are kind of Moulin Rougeish, and there’s a magical second bar in a back room that’s more for dancing. We wandered through both rooms, serving cake to people in booths from basically the dance floor. There was a big international population around us– we met boys from Spain and Greece and Italy, and Richie from Zambia, who wants to be the next Robert de Niro. A woman who I may or may not have given the first piece of cake to got very handsy with me on my way to the bathroom, asking if I was from Peru while she tried to dance with me.
“What’s our ruse again?” my sister asked an hour or so in to make sure we were all still on the same page. Chrissy looked at me. “I just told everyone you were a prostitute.”
Cake Cutting Machine
By the end of the night we were sharing a table with a bunch of boys having a little high school reunion (precious). The friendliest boy in the group happily took some cake and started chatting with me about our jobs. He told me he steals people’s information for a living (“Don’t worry– in a legal way”) and asked for my phone number when we left. He’s very forgiven for some questionable grammar mistakes in his subsequent text message because he wrote he was still enjoying the cake…
looks like kissing (but totally isn’t)
It’s not even worth posting this week’s recipe because it was so, so awful. Sorry again to everyone who took me up on the cake offer and might have found themselves utterly disappointed. It’s actually a good thing we didn’t make it to Silver Lake to help celebrate my friend Robin’s birthday– she deserves a far superior cake (that will probably pop up later this year).