Even though Dan and I ran off to Hawaii and got married by ourselves, we do want to celebrate with friends and family. So this Saturday we’re doing just that.
Savory & Sweet is catering (mm, tri tip and polenta lasagna).
Coffee Zombie Collective is jamming.
And I… I am making the cupcakes.
Wait, did I just say I am making the cupcakes? Yep, I think I did. Uh oh… Not that I’m afraid of making cupcakes. That is, at least I wasn’t.
But it is Thursday night and I just realized that I need to mix, bake, and frost over 100 cupcakes by Saturday. And now, well… I’ll admit that if I were wearing boots I’d probably be shaking in them.
My mom is in town and though she did express her concerns for my sanity when I said I was voluntarily making all the cupcakes, she is willing to help. And I have a friend on high alert should I need someone to frost, stir, or talk me down from the ledge.
Which if I go with 1.5 per person would come to 105 cupcakes. Or if I go with 2 per person, that’s 140 cupcakes. 140 cupcakes! !!! !
I’m freaking out, man.
I was just thinking… umm… maybe I should have started baking already. Eep.
[I'll have some pictures and cute cupcake related crafts to share after my nerves settle. In the meantime, please keep me in your thoughts as I may not survive tomorrow's cupcake explosion ;) ]