The following takes place between Saturday and Monday.
Saturday afternoon was…
Coffee at Julius Meinl.
Brunch at Southport Grocery.
Hash with mushrooms and eggs and sour cream.
I picked around the peppers.
Waiting forever for the check and being told that we just had to go up front.
Even though they brought a check to the people next to us.
Buying pink sprinkles.
A giant blow up of a drunk guy drinking beer at Kinkos.
Saturday night was…
Ron’s birthday party.
Rum and cokes.
Ron taking a piece of cake with no fanfare.
Ron’s tongue turning blue.
A guy telling me the same story about his nickname three times in ten minutes without realizing it.
A guy throwing up and using my coat as a blanket.
Sunday night was…
Putting together the sky.
Jack wielding an Ax!
Baking a cake for my 29th birthday.
Heather being perplexed by the fact that you could bake a cake without a box of cake mix.
My cake falling apart so we smooshed it together.
And then covering it in pink frosting.
And then covering it in pink sugar.
And then covering it in pink pig sprinkles.