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best birthday party ever
Aug. 24th, 2008 03:42 amSo, a while back I had a birthday, as you do. I tend to be incredibly busy right around my birthday for various reasons, so my friends celebrate it late, whenever we all happen to have time for it.
This year, it was this weekend.
Usually it consists of going out to dinner and then back to someone's place for cake and presents. So we went out to dinner (yum), and back to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
therienne's house, which conveniently is also merryish's house, as they were the friends who had taken me out.
Merry had said she was going to bake me a cake (she has discovered her inner baker, and as a friend who benefits from this, I can only say "yay!"). She wanted to know what I wanted; I told her I'm not fussy, I just like chocolate, and she really shouldn't go to too much effort. I'm honestly happy with cake from a box and frosting from a can. But she andtherienne went looking for recipes, and pondered frosting, and all sorts of complicated things -- all of which I knew about, since they did much of it in front of me, and Merry kept asking me things like "so, do you want a strawberry ganache in the middle? Or maybe raspberry?" (Complicated things!)
At dinner, I mentioned that I'd half expected them to announce "We made you a cake... but we eated it" when I arrived, and Merry said that, well, they hadn't decorated it as much as they could, becausemarycrawford had sent them some lovely TARDIS and Dalek stencils to use and they just decided it was too much work, sorry! Which, dude. They made me a cake and didn't eated it! All was well.
So we get back to the house and watch some SGA, and then it is time for cake. They make me shut my eyes (I had been forbidden to go into the kitchen at all before this), and bring out the cake to put in front of me. By this time, I am wondering what the *hell* is going on with this cake, because... it's a cake! Did they load it up with a bajillion candles, or something? What was the deal, here?
There were no candles. Instead, I saw...
( can you guess? (pictures under the cut) )
This year, it was this weekend.
Usually it consists of going out to dinner and then back to someone's place for cake and presents. So we went out to dinner (yum), and back to
therienne's house, which conveniently is also merryish's house, as they were the friends who had taken me out.Merry had said she was going to bake me a cake (she has discovered her inner baker, and as a friend who benefits from this, I can only say "yay!"). She wanted to know what I wanted; I told her I'm not fussy, I just like chocolate, and she really shouldn't go to too much effort. I'm honestly happy with cake from a box and frosting from a can. But she and
therienne went looking for recipes, and pondered frosting, and all sorts of complicated things -- all of which I knew about, since they did much of it in front of me, and Merry kept asking me things like "so, do you want a strawberry ganache in the middle? Or maybe raspberry?" (Complicated things!)At dinner, I mentioned that I'd half expected them to announce "We made you a cake... but we eated it" when I arrived, and Merry said that, well, they hadn't decorated it as much as they could, because
marycrawford had sent them some lovely TARDIS and Dalek stencils to use and they just decided it was too much work, sorry! Which, dude. They made me a cake and didn't eated it! All was well.So we get back to the house and watch some SGA, and then it is time for cake. They make me shut my eyes (I had been forbidden to go into the kitchen at all before this), and bring out the cake to put in front of me. By this time, I am wondering what the *hell* is going on with this cake, because... it's a cake! Did they load it up with a bajillion candles, or something? What was the deal, here?
There were no candles. Instead, I saw...
( can you guess? (pictures under the cut) )
