getting gras on mardi gras

today a fedex package arrived at the office. it was from a fellow music supervisor who is in new orleans [i guess?] and thought it would be a nice gesture to send us a traditional king's cake [it was].

if you have never had nor seen a king's cake, it is basically a large ring of cinnamon bun dough, drizzled in sugary goodness frosting, and sprinkled with three different colored sprinkles. purple for justice, green for faith, and gold for power.

there is also supposed to be a golden baby doll hidden in the cake. tradition has it that whoever finds the baby is in charge of hosting the party the next year.

after lunch, bekah, jojo and i dove into the cake. they didn't think there would be a baby in ours - we figured it was just an old tradition. this took some of the fun out of the whole process, as i was absolutely positive that i would have found the baby.

i tore my piece off and started picking pieces off with my fingers and delicately putting them into my mouth. i peered a little closer at the next chunk i was about to pull off and saw a little golden point sticking out. "..oh guyysssss," i said, with a smile. "guyyyssss..." i repeated, as i pulled out the CREEPIEST LOOKING GOLD BABY I HAVE EVER SEEN. i mean i don't know what i was expecting. i guess i was expecting it to be clothed and to be a bit larger than the 3/4 of an inch tall that it is. it is SO small. lawsuit waiting to happen, if you ask me. if someone hasn't choked on one of these before, i'm sure a fair share of teeth have been chipped. it's tiny and gold and sitting down with it's arms spread open wide as if waiting for an embrace. it reminds me of newborn benjamin button.

anyhow.
i knew i'd find that shit.



here he is, forever taped to the top of my monitor.