All for a Birthday Cake

Several weeks ago I was preparing for Schaeffer and Logan's birthday party and working to finish their motorcycle birthday cake. I was trying a new technique which seems to be my thing, always gotta try something different. I wanted the motorcycle to have a metallic/chrome quality and to do that I needed to paint it with something called luster dust. To make luster dust paintable you have to mix it with vodka. The high alcohol content causes the liquid to evaporate quickly leaving behind the color but not a gooey mess of wet fondant. Being the heavy drinkers we are not, I did not have any vodka in the house nor did I really know how to go about buying some. So Friday after the kids got up from naps I took us all to Wal-Mart. Turns out they don't sell vodka. I decided we would have to go to the liquor store. To be honest I wasn't even sure if kids were allowed in a liquor store, I thought maybe they were similar to casinos. But I didn't have much of a choice so I dragged the kids to Yogi's Super Liquors. Turns out kids are allowed you just don't want to take them because there are glass bottles stacked everywhere. I was convinced the boys were going to cause something to come crashing down and we'd leave the place embarrassed and smelling like alcohol. I was struggling to keep an eye on the kids and to find the smallest, cheapest bottle of vodka, so I asked for help. They pointed out a bottle and I took it to check out. As I was walking out I saw a display of tiny bottles, like sample sizes or something. Of course there was a tiny bottle of vodka...why didn't they tell me that when I asked for the smallest bottle?! I only needed a few capfuls for the entire cake. Now I have an entire bottle of cheap vodka sitting in my kitchen with no future intentions of using it. To top the whole thing off, Logan spotted some beef jerky and thought he had to have some. While Jack, Schaeffer and I were out the door leaving, Logan was still inside pointing at the jerky. I went back in to get him and of course a tantrum ensued and I ended up hauling him out, football style and dragging the other two to the van. Between that, my brown bag of liquor and my oh so casual tank top and ratty shorts...we looked like quite a crew stumbling out of Yogi's.