Cake Wrecks World Tour, Final Stop

27 06 2010

As soon as I heard that Jen & John from were coming here for a book signing, I decided I would go. Actually, last time they went on a book tour, I decided I’d go anytime they were within a couple hours of me and I got lucky and only had to travel to La Jolla. So I picked up my Frister, we stopped for gourmet chocolate, which required entirely more mall-walking that was necessary so we called it a hike just to make it sound prettier, and then we went hunting for this signing.

It wasn’t your average signing. I mean, I heard Cake Wrecks signings aren’t, but this was epecially wasn’t since it wasn’t, you know, in a book store. It was in the middle of an art festival for some reason and cost $10 to enter. So we found the spot, followed a strange maze of signs leading us to parking and hopped on a strategically-placed free shuttle which was extremely air-conditioned (not that I am ARGUING). The shuttle population consisted of my Frister and I, and one other girl who looked to be under 60 years old. The rest of the people were clearly not there for Cake Wrecks, as evidenced by the fact that when Summer shouted, “Look! Cakes!!” because she had spotted the baker bringing the cake into the festival, the nice grandmotherly woman in front of us turned around and asked if we’d missed our lunch.

So we paid our admission and wandered over to the Warwick’s Pavillion about an hour ahead of schedule where some authors of a cook book were giving a demonstration of, I don’t actually know, but I am pretty sure it was edible. We bought copies of the book and stood in the shade and snarked over foodie authors who just happened to be talking about cuitlacoche which, of course, I read about on The Sneeze! it’s been a couple of years, but one does not easily forget about infected corn. These authors even went so far as to say there is a place in MY TOWN which serves this. Or maybe they were talking about lamb. Either way, I should have asked which place so I can know to avoid it.

Then the foodies were done and their audience began to make to leave, Summer and I stalked the front row, prepared to shove people out of our way if need be, and we were rewarded with PERFECT SEATING. Yay! We settled ourselves in and were flipping through our new books when a guy wearing a fancy badge and a Threadless t-shirt sat down next to us and said hello. And he turned out to be John himself! Apparently, when he introduced himself Summer offered up her name, but all I could get out was some sort of squeaky intake of breath that cannot be spelled in our language (maybe in mermaid, though). I think he said some other stuff that was probably words, and I know in the end he invited us to go over and say hello to Jen who was hanging out with the big, fancy cake nearby. So then we had to decide: save our seats or go meet an internet celebrity?? We decided to go with: leave our stuff on our seats as territorial markers and be prepared to beat up anyone who didn’t take the hint. Luckily, there was no need for violence. We went over to say hello, and Jen sort of offended my Frister by assuming she wasn’t wanted in the photo Summer was taking of the cake. And then everyone stopped talking to us and it was Kind of Awkward so we went back to our seats, pretty sure we’d made an excellent impression and that Jen and John wanted to be our new BFFs. (John even ASKED US WHEN HE SHOULD BEGIN. True story. They totally relied on us for ADVICE n shit.)

The presentation was funny as hell, and then we voted by clapping for the best Wreckplica (which is very hard to say out loud – don’t try it at home) and then we stood in some sort of chaotic and weird line for book signings and cake and JEN TOOK A PHOTO WITH US.

By that point, I think the festivities were pretty much over (I hope?) so we decided to wander away. On the way to look for some very cool sidewalk chalk art, we saw, um, this.

Me: I’m pretty sure I need this in my living room.
Summer: I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I need a picture of it!
Me: You want me to pose with it?
Summer: Yes!

(FTR, I did not buy it to put in my living room. That was snark.)

Anyway, it was a great day. From the grandmas to the celebrities to the butt-art. Best book-signing EVAH.

PS. I totally stole those photos from Summer’s Flickr stream.


7 Days: Day 7 (Me And My Silly Boy)

25 06 2010

7 Days: Day 7 (Me and my silly boy)

My daughter is going to be so mad she wasn’t included. I had wanted to include her, actually, b/c I have a blog post about her waiting to be written, but this is how it happened, I guess.

Friday afternoons are spent knitting in the park. And it’s one of my favorite parks in San Diego, so full of pine trees the scent sends me right to Santa Cruz or Yosemite. Peaceful. Also, it’s full of bunnies. And today we saw two crows attacking a hawk mid-air which was pretty cool.

Anyway, sometime this past year, I bought myself a camping chair for park days. My scoliosis makes ground-sitting not very comfortable and I have a sun allergy (seriously, I get all the stupid physical problems) so I got one with a shade to cover me. Today the tree provided all the shade I needed so I put it down and somehow my son wiggled in between it and the back of the chair so it sort of looks like I’m wearing him in a Kelty backpack. I made him pose for a picture as punishment. 😉

Currently I am working on knitting some very tiny hats for a friend’s preemie who maybe came home today (much earlier than expected!) but I haven’t heard official word yet.

7 Days: Day 6 (I Can Has Shiny?)

24 06 2010

7 Days: Day 6 (Look, I can has teh shiny, too!)

A day at the zoo. In the background are my daughter and her friend reading a really giant book. I also like this one cause it looks like I’m levitating.

Believe it or not, I think that’s all I have to say. Weird. I feel a little scared.

7 Days: Day 5 (Cold)

23 06 2010

7 Days: Day 5 (Cold)

This is how much I love you all: I went to Costco when I didn’t need to JUST to play in the refrigerated room (a room I generally do not enter otherwise). You all owe me cookies.

This is supposed to be my “FRICK it’s cold” face, but it could just as easily be my “FRICK these kids are insane in public – whose kids are they anyway?” face.


So today I did another project along with 7 Days – I took photos of my day. Which is very slightly more interesting than it sounds. If that sort of thing floats your boat clicky here for the set.

7 Days: Day 4 (A Stolen Fig)

22 06 2010

7 Days: Day 4 (A Stolen Fig)

For the record, I don’t truly consider it stolen when it’s hanging into MY alley from their yard. (And by "my alley" I mean "the alley into my apartment complex.")

Anyway, the kids and I took our morning walk today and I saw one big fat purple fig (the rest were still small and green) so I grabbed it and broke it open to nibble on our walk. Unfortunately I only nibbled the right half before dropping it right in front of the dumpsters and the 10-second rule sure as hell doesn’t apply to anywhere within 10 yards of dumpsters. So sad. The tree promises many snacks to come, though.

Is it too bold to take a ladder out to the alley to steal figs?

By the way, does anyone know what this is? It’s growing right next to the fig tree.

7 Days: Day 3 (Pink Hat)

21 06 2010

7 Days: Day 3 (Pink Hat)

Speaking of June not being hot here, when we were at the park today, I was downright COLD. (I told the wind it was the wrong day for that theme, but it wouldn’t listen.)

Anyway, I caught the few moments of warmth from the sun and soaked it up. Rested my bare feet in the grass and clover. And took about 70 photos just to get this one (self portraits with the Lensbaby are decidedly complicated).

Today kind of sucks, but this photo makes me happy.

7 Days: Day 2 (Litha)

20 06 2010

7 Days: Day 2 (Litha)

The 7 Days theme today was “Hot” but San Diego isn’t much hot until August or so. Instead we have something called "June Gloom." Even so, we spent the evening doing very summery things you’d do on a hot day.

We met our friends at the beach to celebrate the summer solstice. The kids swam and played and then we sat down for a story by Karen and snacks (lemon bars, fresh fruits, and lemonade). We tossed some flower petals into the sea and into the fire and sang Harry Belafonte’s "Turn the World Around." And then we lit up the night with a bonfire.

And now I is tired.

Happy summer (and winter), everyone!