I stopped by my local bakery today to pick up a cake for my sister’s birthday. I used to work behind the counter so when I walked in with my little sister, the Boss-man would not let us leave until we tried a few of their new sweets. When I protested (for appearances, of course– I had every intention of stuffing my face with as much chocolate as humanly possible), he responded by serving us yet another slice of cake and packed up my 8” red velvet cake on the house. Right now, I’m suffering the consequences. I’m fairly positive it’s not a good idea to have sweets or dairy when you’re congested, but who in their right mind would turn down Oreo cheesecake or strawberry-banana-cream angel cake?
I picked quite the time to come down with something. Not only is it spring break, but it’s also a pretty busy weekend. I have tickets tonight to Keigwin + Company at the Joyce theatre but it’s unlikely I’ll feel well enough to go. Two of Benny’s friends are having a joint birthday party tonight, and tomorrow I have a friend’s housewarming potluck and my sister’s birthday party. Hopefully, by Sunday, I’ll feel well enough to head to Brooklyn. It’s the last few days of Dine-In Brooklyn and I’ve been meaning to check out al di la or applewood . The weather has also been beautiful but with my luck, by the time I get well, it’s going to be cold and rainy and time for a parka and galoshes once again.
Germs, you are turning me into a pale and lonely hermit. But at least, at least there will be cake.
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