Wedding Cake & Cupcakes
Yup. That about sums up my weekend in LA. I concluded a pretty stellar weekend with the premiere of The Walking Dead. It always feels too far and long in between seasons.
Here’s what my weekend looked like:
I have to say that Sprinkles was rather underwhelming. In order to satiate my crying sweet tooth and curiosity, I’ve visited many mainstream cupcakerys and always find that local spots are always the best. Their chocolate and dark chocolate are actually one in the same, despite their deceptive labels and their soft cake and buttercream managed to salvage an otherwise boring and flavorless base. It seemed they altogether omitted salt, coffee, or undercut a bit of necessary cocoa.
I have some beautiful Castellas to bring back to the fam from here.
I don’t know about you, but the Casino made me terribly sad, not excited. I watched so many old people press their trembling hands against the screen on slot machines (that are not touch screen, mind you) as if emitting healing energy through the screen, almost willing the outcome to be in their favor. I watched $20 balances dwindle to a quarter only to have it replenished by pushing in one crumbly bill after another. No one (really) wins here and it seemed that all that was taken away from the experience were dead, glazed eyes and the scent of stale cigarettes in your hair but hell, the chairs are comfy and there’s practically an IV drip of sugary, caffeinated beverages and loud dings and bangs just loud enough to distract you from what’s really going on. I wonder if there’s a market for bedazzled catheters, just because. I bet I could make a killing setting up shop within any casino. I’m no Puritan by any means, but it just doesn’t seem to hold an appeal if you don’t happen to be the guys from The Hangover. I’d go with them in a heartbeat.
Rodeo Drive where the mannequins are better dressed than the other mannequins that
eat don’t eat at the very same Sprinkles .
All in all, I had a lovely weekend and in typical Squishy fashion, ate my way through the trip, I mean hell, by the time cake was served, I was the only sober one left and decidedly took it upon myself to casually stroll over and taste each differently flavored layer–LA was yummy to me.
I hope everyone out there had an equally yummy weekend!
Your impossibly-stuffed-Squishy Monster ^.~