Last weekend, Joshua and I went down to South Riding (a.k.a. Fairfax), Virginia for Patrick's bachelor party. Since I'm a groomsman, I got to tag along on the day's activities as well, which was awesome. We spent Saturday playing frolf, eight million innings of kickball and going out to dinner. That night, the boys reverted to the college days by tapping a keg, playing beer pong and taking off their pants ("Because it was hot in the kitchen!").
The next morning, the remaining revelers had a big breakfast. It was a fun weekend.
The one disappointment that happened was The Tragedy of the Boob Cake. On Saturday morning before leaving for the party, Joshua and I were looking at old photo albums and we came upon the scarily realistic boob cake that Joshua made for his friend Gerardo's bachelor party. We decided to make another one for Patrick's party. However, even though the cake was awesome, we used butter cream icing. The icing started to separate and melt immediately since it was so hot that day. We quickly realized that the cake wasn't going to make the four hour drive. Joshua was totally bummed.
However, not all is lost, because the cake is delicious and has made a great desert for us! Plus, since Joshua made me a great cake for Mother's Day, this became his Father's Day cake. We never claimed that we were conventional.
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