Yesterday we went and visited the lady who is doing our cake. She's an old friend of my mom's. Let me tell you... it was quite the experience. Here are a few things that were ridiculous about the ordeal:
- She called me Daniel the entire time!
- She said the cake would be "too heavy."
- After picking the cake out, we had to stay like 20 minutes and talk about everyone in the ward.
Emi and I ended up leaving before my mom did. I just looked at them and said, “well we’re going now” and Emi and I awkwardly exited the scene.
Anyway, I’m glad that’s over with….
As a side note, the wedding date is in less than two months!