my wing king

I think you'll agree with me when I say there's no better way to ring in being 30 than by eating a shit-ton of chicken wings.

Right?

Brian's friends have done two Wing Challenges at a nearby bar that does 25 cent wings on Tuesdays (to the chagrin of the bar owners, I'm sure), so with his birthday falling on a Tuesday, it seemed all-too-natural to celebrate with some meat sweats. I won't be there until tomorrow and was so sad to be missing the big 3-0, so I started thinking of things I could send in my place. Bouquet of flowers...singing telegram...etc, but I kept coming back to a chicken wing cake. Because I'm weird like that.

I did a little late-night-interneting and found a crafty Chicago company called Tipsy Cake and was astounded at her cakes! I mean, talk about cake as art...this woman knows what she's doing. (For extra amusement, go ahead and click on the X-rated Flickr set...I believe that's the bachelor/bachelorette corner). Even though I knew she'd be way out of my price range, I e-mailed her anyway to find out just how much chicken wing cakes go for these days...

As it turns out, Naomi is a saint. She got so excited about the idea that by the time she found out what I was working with (8 emails later), she agreed to do it just due to the creativity factor. Thus, I had found the perfect vendor, i.e. one who doesn't mind getting short-changed! No but seriously, she was so enthusiastic that I felt very comfortable turning over the creative license to her, and look what came out:

No those aren't real chicken wings, and yes you can eat the side of ranch (fondant)!

How cute is he.

If you were able to look past the gnarly snot rag that Brian calls a chef coat, then I hope you're as impressed by the cake as I was! They brought it out post wing challenge, which naturally Brian won (30 wings, what what), so I'm surprised anyone had room for it but it's all gone! And apparently the key-lime-pie layer inside the cake was pretty good (in combination with vanilla cake), so there's another win.

So to recap:

Brian = 30 

Naomi at Tipsy Cake = Saint

Chef coat napkin = getting thrown out on May 22nd

Happy birthday, B!