Doesn't red food coloring cause cancer?

It's late on a Sunday night, and I'm sitting here trying to decide whether or not to plunk 2 entire bottles of red food coloring into a cake. No, not with the bottles still attatched, silly people. Perhaps a better word would be "dump" or the even clearer "pour." As the designated baker for tomorrows shrinking barbeque, I've finally reached a decision on the dessert- a red velvet cake, which as you may recall, I've never made before. No word yet as to the form it'll take (sheet cake, perhaps, to avoid the possibility of icing melting and layers falling and children (Gina) crying), but I've read and re-read the recipe, and it calls for 2 ounces of red food coloring, which amounts to two bottles. I balked at this, decided it was ok, went to the store, decided I couldn't fathom spending six dollars on food coloring alone and left with only one bottle, or half the required amount. Despite the fact that pink velvet cake could be lovely and very Gina, there's still that great chance that I'll run to the store (less than 5 minutes away!) and purchase another bottle to further my chances of self-poisoning via food coloring. But the cake would be red, and along with the icing and blueberries, would make the colors of the French flag. Wait, what's tomorrow?

No matter what happens with this baking, I know what I'll be listening to. Yesterday, my prancing to the mailbox yielded not one but TWO mix cds from the lovely Emily. They've been going non-stop ever since and are definitely going to be the soundtrack to my mad baking. Yours are coming, dear (and everyone elses!) and they're, well, varied and bizarre and hopefully will feel like they came from me.

These cds also were backdrop music while Jen and I got ready to go out last night. She was determined to hit one of the more college of the college bars, that I had never been to at night (gasp! nachos and beer in the afternoon don't count, apparently). It worked, we went, and proceeded to have an, interesting (?), evening that included me running into more people I knew than anyone else (I win! I win!), us meeting some new people, and my first-ever Irish Car Bomb (Mom, don't pay attention to the fact that your daughter drank this). Who knew I could chug that much alcohol in that quick a span of time? The people around me yelling "gogogogo!" and "drink! drink!" certainly helped too. For the record, I was smart and switched to water after this.

I think I may have suburned not all, but parts, of my shoulders, back and legs. Way to go me. How do I manage things like this? And why can't any of you agree on names for le nouveau blog?