Yesterday, after a trip to the tanning bed (can you say krispy kritter?), I decorated two of those cakes into a groom's cake for my friend Tara and her fiance Eric. I don't know where time went, but I was running crazy late. I got the cake finished and hopped into the car to drive it to the Elks Park at the lake. I then proceeded to get behind every idiot driver in York County. Apparently, on Friday afternoons, it is not necessary to use turn signals, it is completely appropriate to slam on brakes, and you are required to pull out in front of people who are trying to transport large cakes safely to their party destinations. After 3 or 4 near heart attacks, the cake arrived safely at the lake. Here it is if you were curious:
Today was all about the wedding cake. Everything went well with it. No major disasters. It was just time consuming. My dear, sweet sister brought her Highlander and drove me and the cake to the reception location. It made me so much more relaxed not having to drive there. It was also better to have an extra set of eyes and someone to talk to while I was working. I set the cake up without incident and came back home. Whew! Here it is, in case you're interested:
And then I came home, showered, changed and went to the wedding. Tara looked beautiful. I'm not sure I've ever seen a happier bride. I've seen really happy brides, but Tara was giddy. It was so cute. :) And thankfully, she loved her wedding cake. That made me feel good.
Here's a picture of me and my friend Tracey at the reception.
YAYYYY CAKE!
ReplyDelete