I guess I didn't know where to begin...

I've been meaning to do this post for a while now, but I guess I didn't know where to begin. Weekend before last two of my BFFs celebrated birthdays. The weekend felt like all debacle, all the time. It was great. B-day fiesta numero uno was held at the Bastille Cafe in Ballard. Delicious and delightful is all I have to say about that. The red wine was flowing, giggles were gushing, and eyes were tearing toward the end of the night (I blame that on the wine).


B-day fete part deux was a bash to end all bashes. It culminated with numerous people in or near their thirties doing keg stands. I've decided that watching lawyers, venture capitalists, and Microsofties do keg stands is infinitely more exciting than watching college students, river rats, or climbing bums do keg stands. Maybe it's just because it occurs far less frequently. For the record, I did not do a keg stand because 1) I was wearing a dress, and 2) I am a mother... the dress had more to do with it. Please view my Keg Stand Photo Essay. Faces of the 'standers' have been intentionally ommited to protect the guilty (in case they elect to run for office one day).





For the Keg Stand Birthday Celebration I baked another giant cake. It was a strawberry cake (featuring local strawberries) with cream cheese frosting and sweetened coconut sprinkled on top. It was kick ass. I didn't get a photo of the finished product because, uh, I was too busy not doing keg stands. Thank you. Good day to you.