Archive for May 24th, 2008

Right price takes the cake

We got a cake ordered! Woot!

Yeah, it’s, like, two weeks to the wedding. But we didn’t want to overpay. A while ago, my mom said she would take care of the cake. All we had to do was order it. But, as you’ve probably gathered from reading this blog, the wedding industry is highway robbery. And the cost of a cake just seemed like a way for bakers to take advantage of well-to-do fathers meeting the demands of spoiled daughters.

Seriously. It’s not like Proust had his madeleine moment with wedding cake. Sure, they look pretty, what with all the fancy icing, multiple layers, crazy themes, lighted pillars, escaping-groom toppers and such, but is all that really necessary? And whose idea was it to freeze a portion and eat it on the first anniversary? Paula and I have this crazy notion: For our first anniversary, we were thinking fresh cake might taste better. Wedding cake is one of the most overpriced things imaginable, and any baker that charges more than $100 for one should be tarred and feathered with fondant and Twinkies.

I didn’t want Mom paying a king’s ransom for a sugary delicacy that will look pretty. We found exactly what we were looking for at Dillon’s in Joplin. It’s a sheet cake with an 8-inch roundcake on top of it. White with silver leaves. Looks awesome, and the price is right: About $60.

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Inside the music: Island in the Sun

Hip, hip.

In retrospect, it was probably mean of me to introduce this song to Paula. At the time, she was just getting used to living in Joplin, missing the awesome people she used to work with in Springfield, experiencing bad customer service and mistreatment from Joplin-area vendors. And making it worse: I was headed to Florida for some beachtime without her.

But this song has become a favorite of mine. It makes me think about her, because it makes me want to think about the future with her. It’s always fun planning a getaway with a special person, and — no offense to our Joplin friends — there’s plenty in this town from which to get away. I love dreaming about the future with her. This song reminds me of all the places I want to take her, all the things I want to show her, because I know she’ll find each place magical.

Here’s the lyrics:

Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip

When you’re on a holiday
You can’t find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too

On an island in the sun
We’ll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain

Hip hip
Hip hip

When you’re on a golden sea
You don’t need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone

On an island in the sun
We’ll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain

We’ll run away together
We’ll spend some time forever
We’ll never feel bad anymore

Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip

On an island in the sun
We’ll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain

We’ll run away together
We’ll spend some time forever
We’ll never feel bad anymore


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