Jesus, Mary, Joseph & the donkey they rode in on - we're getting on in years!
Being one of my closest friends, and the one person I know that goes 'all out' when thinking of and deciding on bday presents, I had to make a concerted effort to attempt to come close to what she always does for our bdays.
I had fun putting together her gift and honestly thought that some cupcakes were in order. I usually bake the babies from scratch but since time is of the essence and I was in no mood to slave away for days I decided to cheat and buy a packet mixture which I attempt to bake on Wednesday eve.
Beeeeg effing mistake. Firstly, because the eggs we had were vrot. Look, they passed the sink/float test but they had to have been vrot. T, my eldest niece who was sleeping over for the night, said they smelt fine too (I permanently have a blocked nose), though I'm not sure I should've trusted an 8 yr old's judgement - even if she is 8 going on 28.
Secondly, we look for the muffin trays, only to remember that everytime in the last year I've had to make cupcakes (usually about 90 for each of my niece's bday's) I've made them at my sister's house, in her sexy smeg oven. Fack. T clouts me for swearing. She's allowed to do that. Balls.
So I hope and a-wish and a-pray that the cupcake cups will suffice. Truth is, they don't. They're the most tragic cupcakes ever made. The Afrikaans term 'belaglik' comes to mind.
How to tell if they're 'Kakcakes':
1. The batter has spewed all over the baking pan
2. They're square instead of round
3. Your 8 yr old niece eats one and says "its the thought that counts Hails".
So, the next day, being Bokkies actual bday I head to the local 'Home Industry' and buy some delightful cupcakes (they're not kakcakes cos they're round). They even had smiley faces on them, complete with Jelly Tot eyes and nose and red icing mouth.
The day is saved. Bokkie has cupcakes and a rad little 'Bokkie' the Springbok key-ring (that cost an obscene amount of money for a miniscule little mascot) to add to the slippers, pink Roxy beanie, cupake tchotchke, and something else that shall not be named (nothing extraordinarily obscene but something I'd prefer not to mention).
Bokkie, nevertheless loved the pressies. Well at least I think she did. Thursday night she was my date to the Taboo MVP evening I was attending for work.
I'd discussed the event at the office and it was decided that jeans would suffice as it was on the upper spectrum of smart when it comes to 'smartcasual' venues. Wore a lacey, corset type top, skinnies and stiletto boots. Boks was in denim too with a pretty black top & her nifty point cowboy boots. We were both draped in out face jewellry. We thought we looked Hawt.
Until we walked out of the parking lot and happened upon a crowd dressed to the the 12's nevermind the 9's!! Full length evening gowns and bow ties nogal. Yirrie. Murphy's bloody law.
I hate being underdressed for a function or not adhering to the dress code. I find it very disrespectful. And here I found myself on the other side of the fence. At least it wasn't intentionally as I hadn't received the official invite as I was meant to. We still felt like toss-faces though, and spent most of the night spotting peeps that looked all shades worse than us in an attempt to make us feel better.
Anyhoo, we made the most of it. Got our make-up randomly done by some professionals in the bathroom, one of which told me in a round-a-bout way that a had a somewhat larger nose (uhm? wtf? Don't think I do?! Do I?) We Danced, laughed at an absurdly drunk individual making a spectacle of herself, enjoyed Dom Peters from Goldfish's bro's band (who were truely awesome but their name escapes me) And rubbed shoulders with some shlebs.
Left early (1am) in prep for Bokkie's proper bday bash on Friday eve. More on that to follow tomorrow.
Til then!
H x
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