Here it is… the first fun gem from my Scary Box of Ephemera. For this to make sense, you have to know that one of my odd college part-time jobs was as a cake decorator. Actually, a cake decorating apprentice would be more accurate. Or maybe, Hey You Come Over Here And Wash This. On the whole, it was lots of fun, but utterly exhausting. I am still convinced working with food is one of the toughest jobs ever. I came home every day reeking of sugar. You might be thinking that sounds like a good thing, but you would be wrong.
Anyway, although this gig was most certainly what Wayne Campbell would call a “joe job,” my friends Lindsey and Alane were still way proud of me for landing it, as evidenced by this rad inkjet-printed and glue-stuck card wishing me well on my foray into cakedom:
Don’t ask me, I have no idea.
With support not only from the two of them, but also none other than Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., how could I possibly fail?
And so it was that I entered into a period of cake-obsession. My friends, it was a little sad. There was a Sesame Street cake (featuring Ernie) for Alane’s birthday. There was a disturbing bloody heart cake for Halloween. There was the Union Jack bon voyage cake for when my roommate Michelle ditched me for a semester abroad. This was all going on in the late ’90s — IMHO, the golden age of the medical drama ER, of which I was also a little too fond. Behold:
That would be Noah Wylie, AKA Dr. Carter. I think Lindsey and Alane must have needed the calculator to determine exactly what level of dork they were dealing with.
Sledding down 26th Street at UT, MLK Weekend, 1997
I now live so ridiculously far away from these two, that we haven’t kept in touch as much as we ought to. But Lindsey recently called us out on it, inspiring their trip up to Seattle in January for a fun-filled faux-bachelorette weekend (Alane just got married a few weeks ago). We celebrated with a really great night out at The Pink Door, a late night horror movie and obviously… cake. Can you guess which one I made, and which one was at the wedding a few months later?
Miss you,
Love,
Tara
ps. If any of these end up on cakewrecks, I’m gonna be very upset.
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May 12, 2009 at 4:27 pm
lindsey
Tara, I am so glad you have all of that stuff…how else would we remember those fun times? I have a few things in the black hole (i.e. my loft) but could never pull them together into one coherent story as you have done here. You have such a gift!
Love,
Lindsey
P.S. – I don’t remember that card! Alane should probably get the credit for it. Or maybe that could go to the beers we were probably drinking when we made it.
May 12, 2009 at 5:31 pm
Alane Honigblum
Tara! This post is awesome! I have to confess though…I totally don’t remember making that card. It is very clever though!
You have inspired me to go back through my black holes too. There are so many good memories from the time the three of us spent together in college…I don’t want to forget them!
And good job for sending out the props to Lindsey for getting us together in Seattle in January. Maybe she’s the new enforcer?!?!
Love and miss you both too! More than you know!!!
Alane
May 12, 2009 at 11:06 pm
Alexa
Hahaha! I should have known better than to read YOUR blog when I couldn’t sleep. I’m laughing so hard that now I never will. The card started it, but the Noah hearts Tara cake finished it off. Great story!
May 13, 2009 at 7:11 am
Tara
Yes, I am pretty sure I should be more embarrassed about that ER cake than I am. Everyone should know I was like 19. Ok maybe 20. Which means YOU 2 were probably not old enough to drink heavily enough to make and then forget that card. Because you were so law-abiding