have your cake *OR* eat your cake?

Shannie's newest post (over here, about her 1st wedding anniversary and the year-old cake they consumed) reminded my of this story of my Mom's & Dad's. One of my faves.

My someday parents' reception was at a hotel, who catered & serviced the entire event, including wedding cake. At the end of the evening, they asked for the top cake tier to take with them. The staff reacted oddly; they'd never heard of that tradition. But whatever -- the top was boxed up. Upon getting home, my mom wrapped the shit out of it so that it wouldn't get freezer burn, and stuck it in the back of the freezer.

One year later ...
My Dad was a DC cop and my Mom was a public health nurse. They both worked long hours and weird shifts; they didn't get a ton of time together at that stage. So they'd both taken the night off, and were settling in to *enjoy* their 1st anniversary (if ya know what I mean). My mom had taken out the cake to thaw to enjoy after dinner. But after dinner and apparently all evening long (the way they tell it), well-wishers kept calling and dropping by. Can you imagine?! "Happy 1st anniversary, K & B, what're ya doing? Mind if we come in?" So this one annoying guy stayed, like, two hours ("I wanted to help you celebrate!" - WEIRDO), and finally they practically shoved him out the door and unplugged the phone.

Finally! They can eat their cake and "get to bed." It took Mom like 20 minutes to unwrap the cake, and then Dad cuts into it, and ... thud. He pushed the knife a bit harder. Rip. The knife goes straight through the frosting into cardboard. It was a frosted cardboard cake top that the hotel apparently used and re-used! The fuckers were too embarrassed or something to admit that it was fake, so they let my parents take it home.

Mom & Dad just went to bed. And 9 months later there was me.*

*That last part is totally not true, but I couldn't resist.