Best Weekend Ever

My weekend was awesome! Dana was here from Canada, I got to see Stu! and a whole bunch of other friends, I hung out with my younger cousins, Grandma and I went shopping and she bought me birthday presents, I got to have brunch at one of my favorite brunch places, and the weather warmed up for the first time in ages which made the entire city a buzz with happiness. The parks were full of people who were soaking up sun like they were at a methadone clinic.

But seriously? One thing topped it all for me: deep fried cupcakes.

Park Slope [my 'nabe in BK] has been itching to get its collective grubby paws on some deep fried Robeicelli’s cupcakes for months. There was Cupcake Gate 2010 – a local shop was going to have them, but then they weren’t available but people thought they would be, and everyone was disappointed and grumpy and there was internet drama. (Boooooo!)

Finally we got some. On Thursday night I actually had a dream of biting into a deep fried tre leches cupcake, and on Friday I ate salad and steamed veggies all day in anticipation.

Normally when you’re that excited about eating something it’s not nearly as wonderful as you’ve dreamed, but in this case, it was better. A deep fried tre leches cupcake is like sex. Or drugs. I got a little high. Chris said to me, “I know. Everything. I know the answer to everything now.” and I nodded because totally got what he meant. That shit was life-changing.

Also, there were really, really hot guys at the event.