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| - Let's ignore, if we may, for a moment, that "cream and flutter" sounds like something that you do just before you tie your sweater around your waist and come up with a really good explanation for your grandparents as to why you have to leave the Golden Corral Buffet and run home really quick. Just ignore that, okay?
Think of girly things. Fluffy icing and edible pearls and candy butterflies dancing on the sparkling breeze. And fancy say-something hats with bows! Also think of how big your ass is getting. Then immediately push that thought away and think of Christina Hendricks and her juicy rump and decide, mehh, I never really wanted to be a size 2 anyway, so brang on them cuppitycakes! I said BRANG EM I'M STARVING
I had to wait a few hours for an Amtrak train to bring me back from a work trip in Champaign to reality in Chicago. I had a few hours more on my hands than I expected to have, because I thought I'd be doing some rad ass thrifting. However, it turned out that the "vintage" stores in Champaign mostly deal in pilled Fubu sweaters and Express working lady pants from 1997. (Also they're the types of places that sell shit loads of stinky incense cones and chunks of homemade soap they're no doubt hawking for some dread-headed college sophomore named Heaven Jade or something. Why do crappy vintage stores always have that stink stand in the front? Is there EVER some kind of emergency wherein a place doesn't smell bad enough, and a person needs to know where they can get affordable stench in a pinch? "I know! The local vintage store!!") So, disappointed with the cast-offs of U of I students from a million years ago, I set myself up at a table in Cream & Flutter to do some work and have myself a lil treat.
The cupcake lifted my spirits like nothing else. So yum and soft. I ate it with a FORK, and I NEVER do that! Then I licked the fork! Also, the personal french press I guzzled in about 6 minutes didn't hurt my mood, either. I was blazing through my inbox and taking no prisoners! And yes, everything was in coffee and sugar all-caps, as in "I AGREE CAN WE GET THIS PROJECT OFF THE GROUND BY OCTOBER 2 WHAT DO YOU THINK OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING NEVERMIND I'M OKAY DID I TYPE THAT I DID OKAY BYE." It was a bit noisy in there as the place has wood floors and loud conversations will make you feel like you're in the gym at your grade school, only as a big person. But points for them not booting me out for lingering, points for the sugarfest, and a kick and a stretch for the cutesy girly interior.
If I'd known they had cutesy girly alcoholic beverages, I would have gotten on that train drunk as hell. Oh well, next time. Reach for the stars!
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