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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2010-07-16T08:19:00</title>
    <published>2010-07-16T15:19:01Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-16T15:19:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Marla Sokoloff, "Grateful."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I tend to post about things that make me happy (being a generally happy sort of girl), and that means I've mentioned &lt;a href="http://www.cupsandcakesbakery.com/CCB/Home.html"&gt;the Cups and Cakes Bakery in San Francisco&lt;/a&gt; a time or two.  They make awesome cupcakes which thrill and delight; they're easily accessible on foot or via public transit; and they're just generally awesome people, tolerant of my crazy requests and of things like my publisher asking them to let me film while they make a few dozen brain cupcakes.  My love for this bakery has been well-earned, and well-justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after work, I went by the bakery to pick up a dozen cupcakes.  It was my sister Rachel's girlfriend's thirtieth birthday, and we wanted to celebrate.  (We wound up celebrating primarily by going to the Old Spaghetti Family, because we are &lt;i&gt;hard-core&lt;/i&gt;, yo.)  Since the flavors hadn't been posted online before I left the office, I called Rachel from the bakery to list off the cupcakes they had in stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris said she really wanted Grasshopper* if they had it," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they don't have Grasshopper," I replied, and kept discussing flavors with her, not really registering the fact that the cupcake ladies had gone into bucket-checking overdrive as they dug through the tubes of existing frosting.  We finished our phone call.  I went to place my order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer, the owner, held up a tube of green frosting.  "We can make you some Grasshoppers, if you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  The cupcake bakery, &lt;i&gt;without being asked&lt;/i&gt;, made my sister's girlfriend her favorite cupcakes on her birthday.  Now, they did it because they happened to have the frosting on-hand, but still!  How many places will go to that sort of trouble just to make somebody happy?  We plied Chris with cupcakes and flowers and balloons and faux-Italian food, and she had about the best birthday of anybody ever, and it was partially due to the wonderful women of Cups and Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the cupcakes were delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Chocolate cupcakes with peppermint frosting and a Junior Mint on top.  They taste like Thin Mints magically transformed into cake, and they are punch-a-Girl Scout delicious.)</content>
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