Chez Bakerina

To answer a wondrous woman's question: No, of course I wouldn't rather spend my Sunday with a sane person. I try to spend as little time as possible with sane people. Besides, Do You Know How Some of Them Spend Their Sunday Mornings?!? (shudder)

To everyone else who is not Bunni: Nyah-nyah Nyah Nyah-nyah! I hung out at Bakerina's house! Yes, friends, the plum cake was as good as you imagined. If your imagination is heavily influenced by sensory enhancing hallucinogens, that is. Otherwise, I'd say the deliciousness of her baking far exceeds your puny cognitive abilities. I will not taunt you with descriptions of the ratatouille pizza you didn't eat. No need to go around giving people inferiority complexes or existential crisis.

Just as I was fretting about my pop culture ignorance, three smarty pants New Yorkers conspired to give me a customized tour of only the most irreverent comedy stylings from both sides of the pond. Further, my face is cleaner than it has ever been. I suspect the mask removed moral and spiritual impurities as well. (Not to worry, these last will be reinstated shortly) The woman is running a debaucherous den of domestic decadence. She will sugar you up, serve you wine, her hubby will make you french press coffee, and you will leave a very fragrant princess.

Incidentally, Elithea was there in spirit, as my hostess was toting one of her finely crafted and much complimented bags. (Cards were given out, m'dear.)

Now that the New York trip is over, I can officially announce that at no point was I irrevocably disoriented *or* prostituted in any way. Whew.

(technical note: My new computer situation includes a browser which is not interfacing well with Typepad. No, no, let's give Safari the benefit of the doubt. It's probably Typepad which is not interfacing well with the browser. In any case, the links function is not working, but if it was, you would be asked to head to www.bakerina.com and http://www.misslapin.blogspot.com/ repeatedly throughout this post. Thank you kindly.)

Comments

[Bakerina]

Oh, my. This doesn't sound like me at all. Your hostess sounded like an amiable and game woman, not at all like my cranky, squalid and underachieving self.

(I mean, thank you, honey. You simply must come back to visit so that we can do it all again. :)

[Keith]

I'm booking a flight right this minute. Spiritual impurities lifted right from the skin! Sounds good to me. (Not too sure about feeling like a princess, however.)

[e]

hey, cool! I thought I felt something, maybe it was a tautness in my face. or my ears buzzing. it wasn't rattatouille tummy though:(