Red velvety goodness

[nycmermaid]

I just ruined my appetite for lunch (in a good way) by eating a delectable red velvet cupcake from Olive's. The icing on it was insane, it was like pure butter.

I am feeling pretty great today despite the fact that I got much less sleep than usual. Last night was Ally's Aphrodite ritual (something we pagans like to do for women who are about to get married.) It was a beautiful ritual, a little less regimented and more casual than the Artemisia ones I am used to, but it was less stressful that way so it was good. I made a spice cake that Phyllis' dog Webster helped himself to when we weren't looking. It was okay though, he only ate the top part of half the cake. :-) What sucked was getting home from Astoria. I thought I was saving myself a train connection by taking the N back into Manhattan, but then the stupid ass R wasn't running, and it ended up taking me 3 trains and a cab to get home. Then the cab driver tried to ask me out the whole way home and missed my turn, causing the toll to be $1 higher than usual. No, I don't want to go out with you, you creepy ugly old man! Now stop here and let me out!

I am thrilled that cynima got that last minute ticket to see her idol, Liz Phair. You totally deserved it!

Now I'm supposed to meet Ally and Denise to go wedding make-up shopping at Sephora. It's a gorgeous day outside. Everyone try to get out and enjoy it!

Comments

[gargoyl.livejournal.com]

Ewww, that's so weird, the taxi driver *I* had last night ALSO tried to ask me out! He was Indian and kept saying how in India, big eyes like mine are some sort of sign of something or other. Thanks buddy, but no thanks.

I wonder if their bad pick-up lines ever actually *work*. Surely there must be some desperate horny old women out there willing to bite.