After saying good-bye to the lovely bloggers at the Nestle event, we departed our Fancy Nancy hotel, loaded the kids up in the rental car and drove down to Newport Beach. Why Newport? Well, my aunt used to have a house in Huntington (which is next door neighbors to Newport). And because Christy Miller is set at Newport Beach. And there’s nothing I like better than visiting places in a fictional book.
Anywhoo, after we checked into the hotel I glanced at the list of local restaurants and what do I see?!
The cupcake bakery of starlets and…really lucky Californians. I have been on Sprinkles email newsletter for about two years because SUPPOSEDLY they are building a bakery in Atlanta. I am their facebook fan. I follow them on twitter. All without one Spinkle-y cupcake morsel ever passing my lips. So, to say I was excited was an understatement. My excitement was contagious and Lydia started doing the Happy Cupcake Dance (<—-her words).
And yes, these cupcakes would make a grown woman do the Happy Cupcake Dance. (Not that I’d know…) And if the cupcakes weren’t even good (which they were! oh, they were!) the experience of buying them would have been worth it. First of all, the line was OUT THE DOOR.
When I made it to the front of the line, I squealed to the girl at the counter, “This is my first time. Can I take pictures?” And she said, “This is your first time?! Of course!” So, take pictures I did.
I was so excited I let her pick out all the cupcakes.
Then I waited for the cupcakes to be packed and delivered to me….you know, across the sea of ten thousand people filling the room.
And when my name was called, a random employee looked at me and said, “This is your first time?! Wow! Thanks for coming!” These guys seriously loved their job.
But my favorite part? Besides the ambiance and the heavenly cupcakes? The flatware.
How adorable is that?! (Oh, what’s that on the knife? Red Velvet. Yeah, baby.)
And here’s one more of Lydia helping me devour the rest of the cupcakes before we got on the plane at LAX.