Lastly, the cupcake exchange party of 9 August 2010. Where I first met Mpumi, Khayakazi and Lize.
On Women’s Day I went to the most legendary party of my life. No, I didn’t get drunk and kiss random strangers. I didn’t dance until my toes started cramping. I like to think that I live my life with a little more maturity and class. I waltz through Lize’s door with a tower of pink cupcakes, looking cute in my peach sundress and matching, and mandatory, lacey headband.
As attention-seeking as I am, all eyes were on me for a good 15 seconds as guests squealed at the homemade treats my cousin and I made. Although, as soon as glanced at the main table, my hard work seemed so insignificant next to the tower (about 7-10cm tall) cupcakes from The Pink Kitchen - an obvious target for this cupcake monster. Oh how I long for The Pink Kitchen’s baked goodies right now.
“A cupcake exchange party, what a brilliant idea,” I thought when I received my invite. How excited I was to see and taste all the various kinds of cupcakes out there. Sadly, many were from Woolworths, but that didn’t stop me from plowing into heaven. If I knew the host a little better, and there were less people around I would’ve eaten each piece of cake, of sprinkles, of chcolate at a speed so beyond your imagination, you wouldn’t have realised that there were cakes to begin with.
The host didn’t help when she began slicing and distributing a lovely bright pink cake to us. It looked so good, but I was so full, cupcaked out. (Cupcake itis, later on at home, hit me pretty hard.) Luckily, I am black and always come prepared. A tin to take some sweetness home. Alas, I have gain much fat and the bulk of the weight that I, now, carry is from that day. Pants are tighter. Boobs are bigger. Men are howling louder. Eek. I need Virgin Active to save me.
All the girls were dolled up with their Blair Waldorf headbands and pastel or bright coloured garments, feeling girly in a world of Alice in Lizeland. We were lucky to have the weather on our side because only just a few days later I was suffering from hyperthermia at Soccer City.
Grateful to this little exchange idea as I will now use it on my friends to score some free cake. And I know they can’t bake so I brace myself for non-disasterous joy.
A Tiffany necklace. Yay. Wonder from whom?!
Photographs by Adillah Hamdani & Khayakazi Ngqula.
