citizens eating cake (or creme brulee)

I came home from work in a considerably foul mood. I managed to get into a debate with a friend (which I'm still pretty hurt about), get scowled and scolded at work, hear that my roommate could be leaving to Copenhagen all while dealing with a drag queen of a head cold. So needless to say I was "over it" by the time I had come home.

Amanda suggested we go for cake, which sounded fabulous and just the sort of pick-me-up I needed. So as she prepared to bus it, I looked at her with wrinkled brows and said, "Bus, what's that." She laughed, and we walked to my car.

Once seated, we scoured the dessert menu in awe. Amanda opted for some sort of midnight (chocolate) cake. I chose rose petal creme brulee with saffron cookies. These were the cheaper desserts at Citizen Cake, which seemed more appropriate since neither of us could rationalize (and we are both have an expertise in the rationalization department) spending more than 7 or 8 dollars on dessert. The restaurant was perfect for our "date," complete with deep red walls, high wooden beam ceilings, crisp white table cloths and flickering candles in frosted holders. But above our head were inviting stings of white Christmas lights to break the chi chiness of it all.

We laughed over our desserts. Amanda threatened a move to Berkeley, the family next to us praised Jesus for their meal and I considered saying, "Mozoltov," we laughed that my dessert was chocolate and mine vanillaesque (our opposites), we even considered me going to spend a day at Hastings all while acting as a histrionic art major from NYU. Amanda even joked that "W" was so hairy that he could shave his body hair and sell it for wing making. This one took the cake....and so did our waitress as we paid.

Not until after we got home from following the 43 line as a means to shake up our FAT TUESDAY, did I realize how sad Amanda's moving will make me. I'll probably stay up late because I had a latte and I'll probably be plagued by this until she leaves. Finding a new roommate will be easy I'm sure, but finding someone to enjoy cake with on what seemed to be the worst day of my life (i'm so dramatic) will be nearly impossible...