Viva Las Vegas

Sometimes I wonder what it all means.
Why we do what we do.
Why we think what we think.
Why we put up with all of the wonderful things that life throws at us.
Sometimes I wonder if we are super resilient...
... Or just dumb...
Frankly, given my past experiences, I am given to believe the latter.

There is a purpose to this seemingly mindless prattling, I promise.

The Muffin and I have been planning out our engagement party
And the logistics of the whole process has been wearing me down.
Where should we have it? How much will it cost? How many people should we invite? What time should we have it? How will the Melbournites I know and love travel up here? Where will they stay?
The invites thing is a bit like the Wedding Guest List Saga 2.0
If the Wedding Guest list Saga was Twilight, then the engagement Guest List Saga is Breaking Dawn.
That one that you really DON'T want to read, but some serious self loathing and compulsion demand that you continue turning the pages, one after the other, knowing full well that it is just going to bring you more pain the deeper you get into it.
But we have touched on that already.

All of the other life threatening questions can be answered with one, amazingly simplistic solution.
Have two engagement parties.
(I'm honestly glad I thought of it.. Coz it was definitely my idea, Not the Muffin's and definitely not the In-Laws..)
The original plan of having a party up here will stay in place. True, it will be filled mainly with the fellow baked goods of the muffin, his family and friends and Cupcake supporters will be in the minority, but I will soldier on, drink beer and make merry.
Plus I will get my own back with the other party, which will be primarily populated with the souls of the livi- I mean family and friends of the Cupcake.
Muffin and Muffin related articles will be in a serious minority at this picnic.

As with all good plans, things seem to go awry.
This goes along with any aspect of life. Whether it be baking, building, sleeping or designing.
This especially goes with picking a venue for the party to celebrating the concept of chaining ourselves to each other.
The original plan was to have one party, have it at the In-Laws, drink beer, eat meat and take part in the general ritual that is life.
But it was not to be so.
Having just one party would mean that too many people would be enjoying the festivities and space restrictions can be a real downer.
SO TWO IT IS!
The second party will take place in the fair state of Louisiana..
I mean Victoria.
The Scones have graciously agreed to host it (much to my relief).

Now, you have to be aware that all of this switching and changing and plans generally being messed around happened in the space of two stress filled hours..
After I had sent the invitations down to the Gingerbread Man to be Printed.
(Timing is great right?)
Why do I feel like I am the only doing the work for this sometimes?
I get it planned and then things get changed on me..
It really quite painful and makes for a not very happy cupcake..

This brings me back to my original prattle.
How much can one person take?
How much stress must they put themselves under before they say 'No! I've had enough, we're going to Vegas.."
Don’t think I haven’t been tempted...

As an afterthought, I feel I should explain something.
For those of your who have read the previous posts, I seem to be creating this world of Cupcake.
The Mother and Father of a Cupcake as a Hen and a Rooster (Because Cupcakes without eggs aren’t very tasty)
So naturally, siblings for a cupcake would have to be bakes goods also. Scones and gingerbread man, not just a tasty treat for all ages..