This is a picture of the cake that was made for Rassa. I did not have a hand in making it this time. It looks beautiful, doesn't it? It tastes just as nice, actually. However, we needed to store it in a fridge until the party, and that meant making it change plates. Thankfully, I just took pictures of this process, since I certainly would have botched it.
Here our crew of scientists are hard at work. How to move exhibit A from Plate 1 to Plate 2? Clearly this requires much thought and several spatulas.
No, the cake didn't break. Actually, it went quite nicely onto the other plate. However, there was a lot of icing left over, and so I sample some...er, a lot, really. But so did everyone else there! I swear! And, uh, I may, or may not have started a food fight.
Well, the evidence clearly points in the direction of me looking like a homicidal maniac with icing all over his face while giving someone their 'just desserts.'
A little icing on Montseratt's shoulder was what started it, I swear. Then she gets me straight in the face with it, and then Jean starts LITERALLY THROWING IT at me. I would like to see myself as the victim in this circumstance. Really. It was rather fun, and we all had a good time.
And I had icing all over my face and my shirt.
This was our surprise party for Rassa in the park. It was on Sunday, but it really should have been labeled Sun-DEATH. Seriously, it was around 35 degrees. Sweltering. The nice girl in the blue dress made Rassa's cake. It took Rassa (the girl with the extraordinarily bright red hair) nearly an hour before she realized that this was a surprise party for her. Also, if Sarah D is reading this, yes, we really did pull the same stunt twice. And, yes, she had no clue. And, uh, if Sarah D is reading this, uh, those documents you really, really needed me to send are on their way, in the mail! I swear! Yes! Really! Really really!
Uh, they'll be in the mail tomorrow. Sorry.
This is Rassa posing for the camera right before she left. We sat down and hand a really nice talk before she left, and she then proceeded to be driven away with her two other Lithuanian friends, who were all going home, and it was a really sad day. However, even if it was bittersweet, I'm getting better as saying goodbye to close friends that I don't want to see leave. Or, I just block the consequences out of my mind better. (Yay Jedi mind tricks! Where would I be without them? Probably still on a dusty planet in a solar system far, far away.)
So here's to me and Rassa, who put together some slammin' dances in the theatre.
And on a completely unrelated note, here's my philosophy pal Jim shaking a vinaigarette like a true man of the table. I had dinner at his house a week ago or so, and it was terrific, and his wife is an excellent cook, and he is, uh, an....excellent salad dressing shaker! =D He lent me a book I need to read, somewhere between Anna Karenina and Augustine readings, but it will happen soon, so I can talk to him about all the excellent things that are said to be in said book! =D Also, Jim is like, way, way smarter than me, and he has, what? Three degrees? I don't know, he's been in the military, (Marines, I think) has a music degree, an exegetical degree, and a bachelor of philosophy from KULeuven when they were offering a one year intensive bachelor's degree in philosophy. Anyways, we talked about how we did this semester (Jim blew me out of the water, not a big surprise, his cranium surely weighs more than mine) and we also talked about life in general and just had a relaxing evening. Being at his place made me realize how much work I have to do to educate myself and become a better reader and that I need to keep teaching myself, again and again, to study harder and smarter.
I'll post more later. Later!
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