Have you ever heard of a protein shake (or drank one, for that matter?) Yeah, me either. My brother Chase, on the other hand, is a protein shake FIEND. He goes through those gallons of protein powder within mere months, drinking it like water because he's on a holy pilgrimage to get the hottest bod on his campus (he's a baby freshman, so he's trying to impress the ladies...).
Well, my buff baby brother's birthday is only a week away (he'll be nineteen. NINETEEN. I remember when he was three and riding around on his baby tractor in his diaper *cue remembrance tear*). My dad, unfortunately, will be out of town, so it'll just be Chase and I at home, so I thought I'd do something fun and make a fancy cake for him!
Theeen I remembered he doesn't eat cake since he's a die hard health nut now. SO, I thought "Why not a protein shake cake?!". That way, when I tell him it's a protein shake in cake form, he can't help but not eat it, since he loves that protein stuff. My baking skills, sadly, are definitely not "skills"; rather, more like "accidentals". I'm going to have to pull a Frankenstein and create this thing out of whatever I can... I'll let you know how it goes, catastrophe or masterpiece.
On a more exciting note, this weekend is my hometown's Fall Festival! It's kind of hokey and maybe a little bit lame, with all of the teeny boppers with their 'fights' and sloppy PDA, but it's always a sign of ringing in the fall weather! We have a parade on Saturday morning, where the floats throw candy and the people watching. Fighting little kids for candy might be looked down upon, but then that person doesn't have those awesome caramel squares with the cream center in their possession. And then, when the sun goes down, the lights come on and Main Street is lit up all beautiful and sounds like happiness, with the kids laughing and screaming in joy from the Zipper and Scrambler and the bands playing on different stages.
The Zipper is this terrifyingly awesome ride where it kind of looks like a chainsaw, where you get strapped in this little cage and are flipped and spun around forever. It's the scariest and most fun a kid can ride without a height limit. If you look past the duck tape on the door and the occasional gum wrapper flying in your mouth, it's really fun! (And the gum wrapper in the mouth has happened to me. It was not fun.).
Last year, though, I missed out on riding any rides, thanks to a two-hour wait at Hooters and then a two-hour eating session. It was my brother's 18th birthday and I was excited to go out. Well, before the first hour of waiting. By the time we scarfed down all the fried pickles and hot wings we could (blech, take my lesson and never do that), we sped off to the festival but it was too late. All the rides had shut down and the last elephant ear was being eaten. I was a very unhappy camper, but this year that won't happen! I'm going to have a gay ol' time at the festival, with plenty of pictures in tow showing off my fun-filled fall time (at least, I hope).
Oh, and note: Starbucks is advertising Pumpkin Spice lattes. Fall is definitely here.
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