ROUND 13 – GETTING SLOPPY

me as a cartoon
me as a cartoon — could we sell this as an animated series?

We have a real problem, people. There may not need to be any more cake barring. At least for the time being.

I’ve lost almost all my motivation to continue for a good reason. Hopefully I can elaborate in next week’s entry, when I have more of an idea of what’s going on. For now, I’m sorry for being vague (and so behind in my entries), and thank you for reading…

fleeting cute boy
fleeting cute boy

A combination of overworking and sleeplessness these past few weeks means I’m not only behind on cake barring, cake bar writing, and regular people chores, but I have been getting REAL lenient on my baking standards. Sloppy, if you will. Last weekend my friends and I went to Villains downtown with a cake I PURCHASED at Ralph’s (to my everlasting shame) and experienced a strange strand of cake bar success. We gave out almost all of the cake, but barely held a conversation with any of the takers. I can only guess this is because of the live music; while bands definitely enrich our cake bar outings, the noise makes talking with cake eaters that much more difficult.

old western bohemia
old western bohemia
Although I do like offering the band cake, and seeing who’s up for having a piece.

Villains is the sister bar to the One Eyed Gypsy, run or owned by the same group; this one’s kind of like the old western take on Bohemian bar space. (The drinks are served in mason jars. Precious.) It’s super enchanting, with rows of colored glass bottles on glass shelves, a small loft, and a big outdoor area (strangely guarded by a man in a bowler hat and civilian clothes, who I thought was just hanging out all by himself). We definitely found the right crowd; the circumstances were just not entirely conducive, heightened by the halfhearted strategizing on my part because (A) my hair was dirty (B) we had a neon colored store bought cake and (C) please refer to sentence 2 of this week’s entry.

The lesson we take away for future cake barring (if there is going to be a future) is no more live music, and no more store bought cake, Audrey– stop being so tacky.

teammate nick on napkin duty
teammate nick on napkin duty
alex cutting a piece for the bouncer
alex cutting a piece for the bouncer
 my villainous team
my villainous team
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