My mom: "What do you want your cake to look like?"
Me: "I don't care, I guess with some different levels and a fountain under it, but I don't care."
This is how most of our conversations went. Me giving minimal input and leaving a lot of it up to my mom.
She did an amazing job and got me a beautiful wedding cake that was falling over.
Now the falling over part was not her fault. You see, Illinois in June is well... a little humid. The person that made the cake for us was kind of new to the business.
When we got the church for pre-reception pictures we noticed the top few layers of the cake were leaning to the right a bit. The glass temple on top of my cake continued to slide more and more towards the edge. The reception was just about to start, there was mostly family and a few early guests but we had to cut the cake. Eric held the pillars to hold the top layer in place while I cut the piece. We did the traditional feed each other the cake for the photographer, our family and a few people. The kitchen staff quickly took apart the cake and began cutting it into pieces.
The cake tasted great, too bad no one got to see it. After the wedding my mom contacted the baker to pay for the cake. The baker never returned my mom's call. She tried a few more times.. still nothing. So our cake that was falling over and no one saw (but tasted good) well it was free.
Oh and the rest of our reception, the DJ was late, the photographer was rude to some of the family, oh and that late DJ did not have our song.
But yet, I still loved every minute of it.
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