Underblog Rides Again

Cupcakes

I rode up the alley in a light drizzle to find to my amazement that one side of the house had been primed. The house looks bigger, and every detail shows. Our color chips are safely in the hands of our contractor, and paint-mixing will commence while the weather improves.

But the big news in the Twin Cities was the Great Cupcake Reunion Part 2, which coincided with the Heck's Kitchen Reunion Part II. CC and unspouse Erik arrived to sample the delectable cupcakes Sherman made from the recipe she posted recently to her blog.

As befitted us as Heck's Kitchen denizens, the celebration began in the Kitchen. There, we introduced ourselves and revealed the great mysteries that heretofore remained hidden. "Wait a minute. Which one are you on the Zonkboard?" "What do you do?" "Tell us about JM's mullet." "Do you have any ideas for your thesis yet?" These and many other questions were duly asked and answered. Many opportunities were taken to praise the special woman who was responsible for bringing us together. We popped open the bottle of Francis Ford Coppola's Zinfandel that our gracious guests brought and poured ourselves libations from it.

It was decided by consensus that everyone had to get their hands all over JM's Bitty, since she herself was unable to. Connie astounded us all by racing the bike at 200 mph. Not to be outdone, Erik got it up to 300 mph. He would have gone faster, but the alley is a pretty short one with a nasty jump at the end. Sherman who fears nothing got the bike up to 400 mph and flew the bike over some powerlines. We wearied of the abuse and eventually decided to give Bitty a rest, once we had had our way with her to our empty hearts' content. Our wholesome guests pretended to be interested in the small fleet of other motorscooters and motorbikes in the garage, and I was grateful for their indulgence. Unfortunately, the photos of the evening really suck, but Ms. C took some that hopefully outshine our own.

After having our way with Bitty, we adjourned to the dining room to discuss film, politics, and of course dogs. Mookie and Selkye relaxed enough to engage in their nightly aural cleansing ritual (Selkye, usually submissive, is a "top" in this particular activity). They were, however, too shy have their picture taken en flagrante delicto. As Erik sagely put it "I wouldn't let anyone post pictures of me doing that on the internet!" We retired to Jill's studio, where she creates her paintings. We shared a slightly psychic moment as Erik reached in his mind for the title of the book that Eric had coincidentally held in his hand at that very moment. It was Sasek's "This Is New York". We even popped into my office, where Connie learned that she shared a valuable life skill with Eric: the ability to kill insects with rubber bands. On only her second attempt ever, she pasted a mosquito at the wall ceiling joint. It is this almost unspeakable ability to continually amaze people that makes her a most honored Friendster. Alas the evening ended too soon, giving us a full fours of rest before the dogs, once more pining for a meal, roused us to responsibility.