September 22, 2008 by Johnny Cupcakes
I recently attended my friend Brendan + Mary’s wedding. Brendan and I worked at a record shop called Newbury Comics back in 2001. I never would of thought I’d meet someone who shared the same passion for Arnold Schwarzenegger movies. Not only was Brendan one of my first customers who bought a shirt out of the trunk of my car, but his band Beyond The Sixth Seal accompanied my old band and I, on our first tour.
I remember when Brendan first met Mary, and how happy he was when she’d come in and visit him at work. It was the same happiness he had when I got him that gigantic Arnold Schwartzenneger coffee table book that one Christmas — so I knew this girl was going to be there for the long run.
Congradulations you two, I have a good feeling about this.
September 19, 2008 by Johnny Cupcakes
CLICK HERE to read the full article in which was featured in Business Week’s: America’s Best Young Entrepreneurs.
So I guess I’m nominated? After you read the article, take a moment and THEN – CLICK HERE to vote for your favorite baker OR any one of the other young entrepreneurs that may be of interest to you.
September 18, 2008 by Johnny Cupcakes
My friend showed me this the other day. Hahaha.. It definitely reminds me of some of the many antics the I pulled in middle + high school. One of my best friends and I, dressed up like each other one day in the winter. That wasn’t even the best part — we went to each others classes. Since it was winter, we had each others hats on and scarves wrapped around our faces. It actually worked for about 25-30 minutes, until we were asked to speak. I remember that it was in my friends Japanese class which was taught by Mr. Manson, who was a pretty serious guy.
A few months after he caught me pretending to be one of his students, he got pretty ticked off during another situation. Mr. Manson taught a different class that I was actually in (as a real student.) For some reason I was eating cake right before class started. I don’t know what randomly got into me, but I literally started rubbing cake all over my face. You couldn’t even tell it was me because I had so much cake smeared upon my skin. It took him a couple minutes to notice me after the class had started. Mr. Manson then sternly yelled at me telling me to go to the office. Before I got up to go to the office, I started wiping the cake + frosting off of my face. My teacher bolted over to my side of the classroom, grabbed my my arm… and literally started dragging me out of the class room and down the hall to the office. “DON’T YOU DARE WIPE THAT OFF OF YOUR FACE! I WAN’T THE OFFICE TO SEE WHAT YOU DID!”
I miss high school. Wait, no I don’t.
