The Rest of the Blur

Come to think of it, after the men did the gate-crashing and the girls were sweeping me off to the wedding, the last clear memory I have of that fateful day was asking B to make sure the cake got to the church in one piece.

Just the Wedding Cake

Now this is a story all about how Cake plans got flipped-turned upside down And it feels like a mad rad dream Just sit right there I’ll tell you how I made my own wedding cake out of ice cream.