things to do on easter when you’re not dead
“I take comfort in the fact that I’m not yet 25. Until you turn 25 everything is okay.”
Being the patriotic Americans that we are my friend Steph and I decided to start selling cupcakes in parks, because what is more American than entrepreneurism? That’s right, nothing, except maybe one thing, and that thing is cupcakes. We’re trying to get creative about making money, because neither of us really like to work. I don’t mean that we’re lazy. We like to make things, and do things, and do things with things we make, but we don’t like to work for other people doing things that we don’t understand. Probably because we’re the kind of people who think we need to be at least moderately happy at least 85% of the time, and if we aren’t then we need to move, quit, dropout, draw, or go to the library. One time, Steph told me how she thought it said something about us that we had both been transfer students in college. People who are actually willing to go through the college application process not once, but twice within 1 year either have a masochistic streak or a lot of energy behind an overactive imagination.
That said, we sold 36 carrot cake cupcakes in Dolores Park on Easter Sunday during the Hunky Jesus Contest hosted by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, and made almost one hundred dollars in 40 minutes, while getting to chat with friendly people, being offered swigs off strangers’ champagne bottles, and generally having as nice of an afternoon as we might have hoped for given the circumstances, which I have to admit are pretty good, so that’s saying something. Photos courtesy of Chloe and Jacqueline.