"What was something that you witnessed or experienced in your life in the last year that made you happy?"

While everyone I'm sure expects me to write about Wesley or Bruce Wayne, I'm going to go totally off the wall for this one. I have tons of personal moments I'd like to indulge a little blogging with. Buuuut, I'd rather not people I see on a daily basis know them. Yes, I'd rather tell a complete stranger something than people I know. I know, I'm such a freak.


So.
On February 24th, 2007 (yeah I know! Almost a year ago). My best friend and I Jill (IDK my BFF Jill?) went to the Masquerade to see one of our favorite bands, Retard-o-bot play. It was my second Retard-o-bot show and the guys in the band are totally down to Earth and really friendly. Luckily for me they actually remembered me so I was pretty much "one of them" for the night. I hung out with Benny Normal, who plays keyboards and bass, for most of the night just sitting on the steps educating young smokers on what their habits were doing to their lungs and digestive systems. By the end of the night it was just me and Jill left, still hanging out with the band. We were sitting outside while they were packing their equipment in the trailer.
While Jill and I were sitting outside Benny came back over and sat down to talk some more. He looked at me and asked, "Did you get any of the keyboard?!" It seems like an odd question but the overly hyper keyboardist has an uncanny system of destroying all his equipment at the end of the show and showering the crowd with it. I informed the red headed psycho that no, I had not. "Considering you were at the other end of the stage and didn't migrate to our side." That's when Mr. Peter Pepper, singer of R-O-B, walked over to me with a stage prop. He held in his hands a giant pink Styrofoam cupcake. He placed the cupcake in my hands and walked off without a word. I assumed I was just holding it for him while he put something else in the trailer. So I asked Benny, "What exactly does he want me to do with it?" "I'm pretty sure he just gave it to you." Well, that was a surprise to say the least. When Mr. Pepper walked back towards our way I said, "Peter what am I doing with this?" Again, he said nothing and just moved his hands in my general direction apparently implying "it's yours." "You're giving it to me?" Once again, not one for words, Peter said nothing and just smiled really big and skipped off. No I'm not just saying that. He really did skip off.
The giant cupcake hung in my room above my bed for months, until I painted the walls. (Now it hangs in my closet). Every time I look at it it fills me with utter joy. My awesomely large and pink cupcake. That serves no purpose whatsoever.
An inanimate object that puts a smile on my face every time I see it, now there's true happiness.


Mr. Cupcake on stage with the Bots!


And there he is.
Large and in charge.

if you click them they get mighty bigger.