Fix Up, Look Sharp (Friday, March 11, 2011)
Homemade Barbican tube station cake: Going away shindig @ The Manor
Finally,  the time came for me to pack up my worldly possessions and say goodbye  to NYC and my friends there in order to make the move over to London. I  had a lil’ going away party at my friends’ house in Bed-Stuy, which  featured lots of green glowsticks, ginger beer, beer beer, Oreos, and my  dude Justin B. manning the turntables with lots of ‘90s goodness (and  also a special guest appearance by the one like James Stacher). To  commemorate the occasion, Jim D. and Jamie B. constructed the loveliest  cake ever, made entirely of Rice Krispie Treats and pictured above. It  is the symbol for the Barican tube stop in London, which Jim and I have  spent a considerable amount of time discussing (when you’re on the train  and approaching that stop, the robotic female conductor voice says,  with an ungodly pause,  “This…is………………………………………………….Barbican”).  This is the best cake ever. Well, except for the disco ball cake Jim made for my b-day last year. Farewell  New York, I love you forever and ever and will undoubtedly return. It’s  just, I need to go raving in Europe for awhile.

Fix Up, Look Sharp (Friday, March 11, 2011)

Homemade Barbican tube station cake: Going away shindig @ The Manor

Finally, the time came for me to pack up my worldly possessions and say goodbye to NYC and my friends there in order to make the move over to London.

I had a lil’ going away party at my friends’ house in Bed-Stuy, which featured lots of green glowsticks, ginger beer, beer beer, Oreos, and my dude Justin B. manning the turntables with lots of ‘90s goodness (and also a special guest appearance by the one like James Stacher).

To commemorate the occasion, Jim D. and Jamie B. constructed the loveliest cake ever, made entirely of Rice Krispie Treats and pictured above. It is the symbol for the Barican tube stop in London, which Jim and I have spent a considerable amount of time discussing (when you’re on the train and approaching that stop, the robotic female conductor voice says, with an ungodly pause, “This…is………………………………………………….Barbican”). This is the best cake ever. Well, except for the disco ball cake Jim made for my b-day last year.

Farewell New York, I love you forever and ever and will undoubtedly return. It’s just, I need to go raving in Europe for awhile.