As usual, Amy Sedaris made an appearance today at Joe’s on Waverly bearing a tray of cupcakes. I was there with John and soon after Amy left, John purchased Amy’s holiday-appropriate confection:
“Where does she buy these things?” asked John, removing the plastic bunny head from the cupcake and picking his teeth with it.
“I don’t know,” I responded.
John bit into the cupcake.
“How is it?” I asked.
“Hmm,” he chewed. “She shouldn’t quit her day job!”
“No, here, take a bite.”
He passed the cupcake. I took a bite. I mulled it over. “It tastes like batter,” I concluded.
“But it’s cooked,” John retorted, indicating the cake’s interior.
The bunny head rolled its eyes. “Fuck off, it’s just a cupcake.”