I found myself on an emotional roller coaster this last weekend.
Ok, that’s a little dramatic.
Ok fine, that’s ridiculously overdramatizing things. Thanks for calling me out.
I found myself feeling moments of cheer and moments of sadness.
There. That’s more accurate.
On Saturday I attended a house party. I love house parties. Because usually I know quite a few of the people. I save money. And inevitably, the roommate and I will get control of the music and make poor song choices the rest of the night.
Party rockin’ in the hoooouuuusssseee tonight…
But this wasn’t the most cheerful reason to have a party. It was a going-away party for one of my favorites. A college friend. A close confidant. A running buddy. A champagne brunch kid. A shoulder to cry on when I’m sad and one to punch when he pisses me off (don’t worry- I’m much too weak to do any harm).
His decision to move back to the area where he grew up was not a popular one in our group of friends. We all used the words “stupid” and “big mistake”. But that was mostly out of selfishness and we know he wants to end up there and we’ll have to support that decision if we like it or not.
Whatever. He’ll be back.
And then there’s the flip side.
Another guy friend, also a college friend and champagne brunch participant, was celebrating his birthday over the weekend and at the same party.
And I love me some birthday celebrations.
Birthdays are your one special day. Or your one special week. Or, in my case, my one special month…
And they should be reason enough for a big celebration. And what’s a celebration without cake? I don’t let that happen. Because I want you to know, as my friend, how important you are to me. And for some reason or another, I tend to think the only way to convey this message is through buttercream or chocolate. Or both if you’re lucky. ;)
Chocolate. Peanut butter. Buttercream.
My roommate felt the same way. We rolled up our sleeves and got to work.
I switched out the chocolate cake recipe for one from the Hershey’s website I had used before. This was done because it’s good cake and I also didn’t have the sour cream needed for the original recipe. It’s all about working with what you’ve got, ya know?
Also, we went with plain vanilla buttercream. Just in case other people weren’t as nuts about peanut butter confections as we are. So considerate, right?
Done and done and done.
But when have you ever known me to be completely normal?