The Devil is in the Details

Sometimes my big mouth gets me into trouble.  Sometimes, I think I'm waaaaay more awesome than I really am.  And sometimes, no good deed goes unpunished.

Scott has a friend who is a former stand-up comedian.  He's mean.  I know that sounds harsh, but to be honest, I'm a completely overly-sensitive person and have always been terrified to go see a stand-up comedian because I'm afraid he or she would pick on me and make me cry.  Well, this guy picks on everyone, and yes, he has made me cry.  The thing is, when the "mean-ness" is directed at anyone else, it's pretty darn hilarious.  Does this make me a hypocrite?  Absolutely.  Does it make him fun to be around?  Guilty.

Last year, on this friend's birthday, I said I would make him cupcakes and then my health took a nose-dive and I didn't get to it.  This year, come hell or high water, I was.  Making.  The.  Damn.  Cupcakes.  So I go ahead and promise he'll be getting whatever kind of cupcakes he wanted.  He said Vanilla.  Um...  clearly this guy doesn't know how much I adore decorating the cupcakes!!!  Flavours?  Important, but decorations????  Gah!  The best part!  So I say (insert insane cockiness here) "What do you want on them? I can make anything!"  I tell you this:  this is the first time in my life I have suffered from HIGH self esteem.  Sheesh.

His answer:  "I want boy stuff.  You know, devils, guns, power tools."  Oh.  Em.  Gee.  Out of FONDANT?!?!

Furthermore, I live with a boy who loved his birthday guitar cake, and considers "boy stuff" to be poker, rock 'n roll and cars... all way easier to sculpt out of fondant, and all, I'm sure, easier to Google.  Well, a promise is a promise, and I like a challenge, so I got out my black and burgundy food colouring, my silver drages (obviously for shrapnel) and set to work.  I still have stains on my hands, as I quite "blondly" didn't even THINK of using gloves.  Hmmm.

Sadly, the results were less than perfect.  There were a lot of "What the hell is on those cupcakes???" and "Who the hell made THOSE?" when I brought them to Scott's work.  (Keep in mind, the last time I brought cupcakes to Scott's workplace, they were visions of chocolate monarch butterflies on the palest of yellow frosting, all made from scratch.  The guns looked confusing (I'm Canadian.  I've never even SEEN a handgun), and the devils, while pretty gnarly, actually bore a striking resemblance to the birthday boy...  

That said, the cupcakes may have been a disaster, but the karma was pretty sweeeeeeeeet!

Birthday Boy

I do not condone guns... just sayin'

Upside?  Got to use my AWESOME cupcake caddy... a wedding present from my cupcake buddy!