Magic Jewball

I don’t really have anything to say today, except I’m continuing the birthday countdown. In anticipation, KP (whose birthday was last week) and I chowed down on New York’s finest cupcakes while flies and homeless people surrounded us. Yes, we were at the Cupcake Cafe which is now operating out of Casa Cupcake or something like that. I don’t know. All I know is that it was in a delightful section of Hell’s Kitchen just under an overpass and right next door to a soup kitchen, making those of us eating flowery cupcakes feel just a little over entitled.

But no matter, once we got seated next to the bathroom and the flies entered the picture, we forgot all about the homeless people and their cupcake-free lives. Soon after we were ensconced with our sticks of butter cupcakes, the door to the place, which was being fixed as we entered, malfunctioned and we were all trapped inside. But who could complain? I had KP, cupcakes, and a bathroom. Isn’t that what life’s all about?

Here’s a little something for the ladies and the gentlemen.

Deftones – Change (In the House of Flies)