9:39 p.m. - 2006-06-28
Asscake
So, those of you who read both mine and Zencelt's journals have probably figured out that of the two of us, she's the far more domestic member of our little clan.
She writes of drunken escapades, boys, work, making her home beautiful, decorating her space, and cooking.
I write of drunken escapades, boys, work, and doing my best to keep my home from falling down around me. Occasionally I mention that I do not use my stove. Oh, and did I mention drunken escapades?
Well, we'll be putting Zen's cooking skills to use this weekend.
This Saturday is Summer Assholefest. In Assholia, that is perfectly self-explanatory. In layman's terms, it is a big yard party at my parent's house where we have one collective birthday celebration for all the bar regulars and friends who have birthdays in June, July, or August.
So what does this have to do with Zen's domestic abilities?
She's volunteered to bake the cake. A cake that goes with the theme, by the way.
We had almost everything we needed. Assorted assholes are bringing food and drink. Our friend the DJ is - you guessed it - DJing, and letting other assholes serve as guest DJs. We have a penis pinata that I bought in Atlanta last year, since we forgot to use it at the last asshole party. We have a pool and horseshoe pits - both requirements for the entertainment of drunken assholes.
But a theme cake ... that wins the prize, I think.
I mean, how often do you get to go around asking people if they'd like a slice of Asscake?
