And I'll Never Have That Recipe Again

Happy Samhain/All Saints Day/Dia De Los Muertos:

My schedule is full-up today, so I didn't make any plans for a birthday celebration. However, a completely unexpected opportunity fell into my lap yesterday afternoon, which resulted in the arrival of a store-bought German Chocolate Cake to a local watering hole about 8:30 p.m. last evening. I sent out a last-ditch email at around 6:30 p.m., when I was informed of impending delivery, and actually had a few people show for the event (shout outs to Flaming Banjo, Lisa V. and Rachie-Rache - who happened to drop in completely unaware, but stayed anyway).

Promptly at 8:30 p.m. a clean-cut young man bearing a QFC cake-on-a-tray walked in and promptly began eyeing the place, which was packed with becostumed Halloween revelers, for someone who looked like they were waiting for a cake. We waved enthusiastically until we caught his attention.

Since said young man works as an intern for one of the local alterna-weeklys the event was recorded for posterity (and preumably public snarkage at the hands of their web site commentors.)

The sordid details can be found here. Frankly, I would have preferred being hand-fed my birthday cake by someone of the female persuasion, but at my age, beggars can't be choosers.

(And don't ask about the thing on my head - how many of you WOULDN'T debase yourselves slightly, in exchange for free cake?)