I was a really apathetic bride.
By the time J and I got engaged–we’d been through so much (and had spent SO much time doing the long distance thing) that I was just ready to call it a done deal.
So when it came down to the details–I really just didn’t care. I don’t remember what our center pieces were (they were whatever stock center piece came with the reception hall). I have no idea what shoes my bridesmaids wore (they could have been barefoot for all I cared). And I had no preference when it came to our wedding cake.
J wanted lemon with lemon buttercream.
So lemon with lemon buttercream it was.
My mom had found some lady on craigslist years before to make a couple cakes for different birthday parties. So when the lady offered to make my cake: we scheduled a meeting She showed me all these different pictures of all these fancy cakes. I didn’t care. Plain cake. Plain frosting. No fondant. Whatever. I wasn’t trying to cut corners financially-I just didn’t care.
She asked for creative freedom–and I said yeah sure, whatever.
As long as there’s enough cake for everyone to have a piece–it’s all good here.
So when my cousin came running up to me moments after we’d been introduced into the reception hall panicking:
You better go get a look at your wedding cake before it falls over
I just stared back at her blankly. I was surrounded by people greeting us and congratulating us.
Maybe the cake was leaning just a bit.
Let the cake fall over. Whatever.
After months and months of saying don’t you dare smash cake in my face I’ll kill you, I made the very last minute decision that smashing cake in each other’s faces would be hilarious. So I did it.
And he was really surprised.
But because we ended smashing the cake–I spent the next several minutes in the bathroom trying to get cleaned up.
**and it might have completely ruined my wedding dress–whatever**
We missed out on the cake all together.
The only taste we got was what we’d shoved in each other’s faces.
All during our honeymoon, we kept talking and dreaming of that cake. And I was completely reassured because I knew there was tons and tons left over. We couldn’t wait to get home and dig in to the leftovers.
J had an upset stomach one afternoon on our honeymoon.
So I gave him some privacy and decided to troll facebook down in the lobby.
I stumbled across this picture, and my heart fell.
All our leftover wedding cake.
All over my dad’s Hummer: his baby which he hardly ever takes out of the garage.
I couldn’t believe it.
I tore through the lobby and busted into the hotel room:
Our cake! Smashed! All over the hummer!
My darling husband looks up at me with a very straight face:
Well then I’m glad we’re in Mexcio!
Oh friend! What a bummer!!! I completely related to this story until the very end – was so excited to get married, let Harris choose cake flavor, didn't really care so much about the design (didn't give creative freedom, but just chose a very simple design), and had exactly 2 bites of cake on our wedding (the one Harris fed, and one my mother-in-law fed me!). And it was the absolute best cake I have ever had – it was vanilla cake with chocolate filling, and I swear to all that is holy that the chocolate filling was like chocolate mousse! Oh it was delightful. Luckily for us, our resort saved the rest of our cake, and brought it to us in our room a couple days later. We sat on our balcony and stuffed our faces with cake. And it was good!
Oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cake smashed on face = hilarious! Cake smashed on the Hummer = NOT COOL AT ALL! hahaah
oh no, but that's kinda funny (I hope you guys are laughing about it now) 🙂 I didn't get cake on my wedding day either. We keep saying we'll go back and order the same flavor for our Anniversary one year, but still haven't!
YIKES! that cake! the hummer!! 🙁
that's the ONE thing i told my husband NOT to do: that if he smashed cake in my face, i would straight up punch him and i meant it!
-kathy | Vodka and Soda
Oh my gosh, that cake all over the hummer!! Your poor Dad! And poor you guys, for not getting to actually try your cake! I feel your pain…we didn't smash cake in each other's faces, and I think we got distracted by visiting with our friends/family, because by the time we were ready for cake, it was all packed up. Then, we forgot the leftovers at the reception hall. So sad!
Oh no! I'm sorry that you didn't get to have some cake when you got home. Your poor dad! I'm totally smashing cake all over Kory's face at our wedding!
Oh no! Not the cake!!! I like your whatever attitude that you had about most things wedding though. Some people get too wrapped up and anxious about EVERY LITTLE detail that it is just insane. It is just one day. As long as you end up married at the end of it, I think it was a success!!!
Ugh, sorry you lost your cake! Ask her if she'll make you a little one to have.
As people danced around the cake, we watched it literally sway more and more. We only hoped it would last long enough for the cutting the cake pictures. The rest is hysterical 🙂
Oh no what happened?? I'm sure that is a trigger keyword for your dad now….all you would have to say is cake and his blood pressure probably starts to rise?
OMG! how awful but funny at the same time. my cake place that made our cake gave us a free mini cake on our 1 year anniversary- maybe it's something you guys can do to have a taste of that cake.
Oh my gosh!!! Ugh such a drag that you didn't get any more of your cake but….. how lovely that you weren't the one who had to clean up the mess 😉 I have a feeling I'm going to be a lot like you when it comes to any eventual wedding planning. It's one of the reasons I'm not itching to get engaged… the last thing I feel like doing is planning a wedding!! 😉
Bailey
aka Bailey
OMG the leaning tower of cake! I do not want cake smashed in my face at my wedding, I will cry!! haha
hahaha oooooh goodness. YOU KNOW I FEEL FOR YOU! And your husband and his cake dreams. The poor cake. The poor stomach. The poor dreams of cake eating blown away with the dust.
Oh wow. It did look delicious though!
My mom told me what kind of cake to get: the lady everyone in our town goes to for raspberry-vanilla wedding cakes with buttercream. And it was the best cake I'd ever eaten. Our groom's cake cost twice as much (because I insisted on fancy chocolate fondant) and it was half as good.
I was completely apathetic too. I don't understand the thousands and thousands of dollars of wedding debt people have. Our food was $11 a person and Scott said it was the best food ever…and he's still trying to figure out how to replicate the chicken.
Eek, oh no, I'm sorry about the cake. I'd be really sad. I love cake.