Author's Log 10242011
It's been one week since we left home on our five week voyage, and so far, morale remains high.
We experienced some troublesome maintenance issues our first two nights, first with malfunctioning sound dampeners next to the station's galley, and then with a poisoned air filter that left us with a nasty case of Betelguisian lung rot.
Or maybe that was an allergic reaction to the port's complimentary flip-flops.
Anyway, once we moved on to our next station the living quarters were up to optimal levels, and we were able to get some much needed rest.
Our first mission was to the Atlantans, a friendly people who presented us with bizarre tributes:
This one contained a yellow gelatinous substance marked "E. Spengler." We gave it a wide berth.
However, the local fare was undeniably delicious:
The natives themselves proved most agreeable under the placating effects of the baked goods, and fortunately our mission passed without incident.
From there we moved on to the region of Concord, home of excessively large shopping malls and confusing ground traffic. Here the tributes seemed to take an insidious turn:
Though thankfully the natives remained peaceful, no doubt due in large part to the addictive qualities of their peculiar edible totem:
By Emily & the BPA Club
In the region of Richmond, we discovered a new local custom:
Some of the natives dressed to match their edible gifts:
Right down to the fingernails!
It was unsettling, to be sure, but we put on a brave face and were careful to make no sudden movements.
Others there presented us with ghoulish visages, perhaps as some kind of colloquial good luck charm?
Certainly their tribute totem was terrifying enough to ward off any evil spirits:
By A Cake to Remember & Sugarbuzz Cakes
We did our best to show the proper respect, but despite our efforts the First Mate and I kept laughing. I blame the addictive nature of these insidious treats, but more "research" is needed.
In Baltimore we were given our most bizarre tribute yet:
An edible effigy of yours truly!
The individual tributes also flatly defied description:
Why is the deer so tiny?
Just...Why?
Here, at least, they were able to vent their cannibalistic hostilities on my effigy...
...and we were able to escape unscathed during the melee.
The First Mate and I are continuing on to our next stop today, and we can only hope that it, too, will prove to be a piece of cake.
Yates out.
You can see all of the photos from our various shows on the Cake Wrecks Facebook page.
