Every evening as we get prepare to wind down and get ready for bed we each take a turn sharing three things we enjoyed about our day.
Steven's turn came and he said:
Finally getting to be able to actually call Tim my brother
The wedding
He paused a moment, chuckled a bit, and said. "And the whole cake episode."
The long anticipated wait of Timothy and Rosie Mae's wedding is now behind us. The wedding was lovely and there is a lot I could talk about the day, but for now I will talk about the cake.
It was a beautiful creation Rosie had envisioned and produced herself. It had served its purpose for the cake cutting, and having the bride and groom give each other their first bite of it.
It still stood tall and beautiful as all the guests left after the celebration and we tackled the cleanup.
Leaving the reception with our vehicles loaded we opted to have Steven ride in the Explorer with me, holding the cake while I drive home slowly. We had covered him in one of the tablecloths just incase the cake tips before we get home, got the cake situated, and we were on our way.
I only made it out to the end of the driveway when Steven announced the cake is already moving. He asked if he can hold the top tier to keep it from falling. I agreed since Rosie had given me instructions how she wants me to cut the middle tier and freeze it for them.
We made it halfway up the road when Steven was saying how his fingers are sinking into the cake and it's not working at all.
I told him I'd stop at the gas station and we'd reassess, and figure something out.
I turned into Exxon with a steady stream of commentary from Steven on the cake situation.
I parked, got out, and restacked things in the back to make room in front of the middle seat for this misbehaving cake, and then went to rescue the deconstructed mess from Steven's lap. The tiers had slid into what seemed like six different directions even though there were only three of them.
I was trying to figure out how to move it when I noticed a guy walking into the store. I approached him, "Excuse me, would you mind giving us a hand? We are transporting a wedding cake and it's going all kinds of wrong."
He came over and surveyed the cake. "Oh my!" he said. He assessed it some more while repeatedly saying "Oh my." Finally he reached in, wrapped the tablecloth around it, lifted it out, and plopped it back in the space I had cleared for it.
I thanked him. He laughed and said it's been the most interesting part of his day. He went inside and I unbuckled Steven so he could go inside to wash his frosting covered hands.
I led the way opening the door for him. The restroom unfortunately also had a handle that needed to be turned so I turned my head and reached back to open the men's room door for Steven to get inside to clean up.
Leaving the store the helpful guy was on his way out as well. He once again laughed wished us a better evening and went his way.
We got home, hoisted the cake filled tablecloth out and set it into a box.
The middle tier mostly survived the ordeal and I was able to pack up some nice slices for them.
I'll post a before picture, but leave the after picture to your imagination.
