Tanner’s girlfriend, Blaire, has to be the coolest chick ever. Prom was only six days away, and Tanner still hadn’t officially asked her. Blaire hadn’t uttered a peep but I was getting antsy.
I’ve been obsessed with Prom Asks (aka “Promposals”) since I wrote this for the LG Patch and discovered boys go all out when it comes to procuring a prom date these days. Scavenger hunts, mid-class serenades, Post-it covered cars. One kid at Tanner’s school even got help from Walter Freakin’ White (watch the youtube here). “Stefan’s proposal made all the major TV outlets for God’s sake!” I said. “We gotta get on this!”
Tanner couldn’t be bothered. He was busy pumping iron, playing X-Box and d*cking around as usual.
Lucky for him, we had an ace in the hole: Jimmy Ratcliff, master baker. A few years back Jimmy made Saxon the coolest SpongeBob Squarepants cake ever, so I threw down the gauntlet.
Let’s make Blaire a bunny cake! She loves bunnies, especially her pet bunny, Marlowe.
So while Tanner was
working hard at school d*cking around in APES class, Jimmy rushed home between patients to bake Blaire a cake.
As he performed surgery on the bunny’s ear which broke mid-transfer, I, his trusty assistant, asked why he liked making cakes.
“There’s something cathartic about it,” he said.
First, Jimmy iced the bunny a frothy, fluffy white.
Then he gave him Junior Mint peepers, and a pink Jelly Belly nose. After carefully cutting out a paper mold, Jimmy sprinkled the inner ears with pink glitter candy.
After school Tanner made a hot pink sign to go with the cake,”I NEED SOMEBUNNY TO GO TO PROM. YOU DOWN?”
Shakespeare got nothing on home boy.
It wasn’t Bryan Cranston and I doubt we made CNN’s ticker, but hey, low-key is how the Ratty Pack rolls.
Then we raced over to Blaire’s. Tanner put the bunny cake on her door step and hid in the bushes. He even let me stalk them from the neighbor’s yard.
Blaire loved her cake, and
we, I mean, Tanner felt such a sense of accomplishment when she said yes.
When we got home,
we, I mean, Tanner was on a promposal high. “Gotta go work out at the gym, hashtag gains,” he said. “Later ‘nade.”
Luckily Saxon was chilling at his desk. “Listen. I have the BEST idea for your junior prom ask next year. What you’re gonna do is take your girl to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk on the Skyglider…”
“So far so good,” he said.
“Then on the car in front you can put a sign up that says ‘PROM?’ and when you get off, I’ll be waiting right at the bottom with a bottle of Martinelli’s Sparkling Cid—”
“Wait—what?” he interrupted. “You’re gonna be there? I don’t think so.”
Maybe one proposal will have to last this Momzilla a lifetime.
4 thoughts on “Bunny Cakes”
Ha-ha. Cute piece providing a glimpse at how “prom proposals” have replaced simply “asking someone to the prom”
Such a freaking cute article! It’s a must sell somewhere Kim!!! And how darling is Jimmy?
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Great piece, was fun decorating that cake!!
Loved it! Ur writting is so witty & real.