3 a.m. cake

BROOKLYN -- Freshly baked cake and Cards Against Humanity are both regular occurrences in my home, though not always together and definitely not at 3 a.m. which was the case last night.

I was out with my best friend Pia and our doppleganger best friends, Theo and Irwin, the jazz musicians.  And in a desperate attempt to keep them from bringing me to a club (because I hate the club), I offered to bake a cake.

I was mostly hoping to be laughed and sent home, but they took me up on it.

What I don't have is a picture of just the crumbs left on the plate, but when the sun is rising on what you had hoped to be an early night, who can blame you for forgetting to take a picture?

Still, no complaints, no regrets.  I can sleep when I'm dead and in the meantime, I'll be eating cake and playing cards.