In which we shall see: a wedding invite, Jessica Ann-Tiek (hee), the report, chocolatey goodies, jewelry design (*shameless plug*), an inappropriate conversation, pretty pictures, and multiple-use words.
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You are cordially invited to the wedding reception of the new
Mr. and Mrs. Jon and Jessica Tiek, married Wednesday, May 21 just after torrential rains but continuing through freezing, hair-pulling winds (wedding party pictures sure to be posted later). The bride wore white, with an adjustable dark-hot-pink train and sash, and the groom wore a black tuxedo and an adorably unforced PermaGrin. (The government is looking into using this couple's enthusiasm as an alternative power source.) The 11 bridesmaids (11!) were melt-in-your-mouth luscious in chocolate brown with respective candy-colored pink, orange, and green satin sashes. All the women in the party were accessorized by the up-and-coming Kaesi Designs, who did the fun and funky jewelry (*shameless plug*). Decorations included neon pastel M&M's, gerbera daisies, lime slices, and small children climbing on the tables to get the M&M's.
Join me now as we listen in on a conversation overheard (er, participated in) at the wedding luncheon, where a remarkably tasty Costco chicken alfredo (not kidding - so yummy!) has just been consumed and desert is being served.
Sibling: "Wait, what did he just call that cake? And it's his wife's recipe?!?"
Sib-in-law: "I know, I heard it too!"
Sibling 2: "Huh?"
Sibling: "Did he just call that 'Whore Cake'?"
Sib-in-law: "That's what I heard!"
Sib-in-law 2: *bursts out laughing*
Cousin: "No, it's 'Score Cake'."
Cousin-in-law: "In my family we call it something else, but maybe he didn't think it was appropriate to call it that here..."
Sibling: "Oh! 'Score Cake'. I get it. Nice."
Sib-in-law 2: *still laughing*
Sibling: (Pause.) "Wait - like the candy bar?"
Sibling 2: "Huh?"
Sibling: "You know, the Skor bar crunched up as the topping. 'Skor Cake'."
Sibling 2: *stares blankly, then collapses into laughter along with sib-in-law 2*
Several guests at luncheon: "I'm glad we're not at THAT table."
Rest of guests at luncheon: "I wish I was at THAT table."
Bride's grandmother: "Good cake."
Good times.
A passel ("flock"? "flitter?") of chocolatey bridesmaids:
The official cake (love the brown ribbon):
Congratulations, cute newlyweds!
In other news, today at work a man came up to the window and asked if there was "a john here." A little confused, we directed him around to the front of the building where there is public access to the restrooms. He continued, "... but John told me to meet him here!" I burst into laughter, trying to choke it back so as not to embarrass him. He gave me a funny look, but didn't in any way acknowledge the alternate meaning of what he'd said. He sat down to wait for his, er... John, and we were grateful once more that the thick glass keeps most sound from escaping our office!
Watch out for falling turtles (also doubles as wedding advice),
Cyd
