Of Birthday Cakes and Parties

Of Birthday Cakes and Parties

A Chapter by Robin
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the Cake , the sequel

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My 30th birthday fell on a Thursday that year and my girlfriend at the time decided that we should celebrate it that weekend instead . Great , fine with me .  It fit everyone's schedule  and anyone who enjoyed their self a little too much would have Sunday to sleep it off .  

 

In the previous chapter we all know what happened to cake one ( shiver )  so this gave my girlfriend time to make another , and oh it was beautiful ! - three layers , cream cheese icing  - and big !  plenty for everyone and enough room for the fire hazard that would be placed upon it .

 

That night , the time came for the ceremonial blowing out of the candles , and instead of performing said cermony in the kitchen , the girls had decided that we would instead dim the lights , and the Cake would be brought into the living room ablaze in its full glory .  There it would be presented before me , where I could then cast my wish upon the extinguishing of the fireball before me .  

 

I sat in the chair of honor ( a really cool wooden dining chair I found at a yard sale )  and waited amongst a sea of smiles as the glow from the kitchen slowly made its way to the living room . As she turned the corner , she began to sing and soon the room filled with the inebriated and dissonant notes of ' Happy Birthday to you" .

 

I can still see her eyes focused intently on the Cake , the golden glow upon her smiling face  - beautiful .  Her step slow and steady  - and caught on the rug , she so adored .

 

Incoming !  I still see that cake ( on fire ) slipping from her hands  as tried to regain her balance .  Cake deux met its demise mid-air as she attempted to catch herself and cake at the same time . Thirty candles and white icing exploding in the darkened room in slo-mo worthy of any Sam Peckinpah film - and then the silence , well except for the mad beating of candles attempting to light my furniture on fire . 

 

She cried , I sighed and more people got drunk .

 

In hindsight , there is a reason you don't see Jugglers using Cakes - they dont juggle well .  Chainsaws , bowling balls - eh ...  You want to impress me - juggle a Birthday Cake ... and a Cat .

 

 



© 2011 Robin


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I enby you your ability to write stories and keep them interesting I should spend more time on your site
Your friend Tate
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Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sounds like you got a firework display for your birthday! I have to go back and read chapter-one now, lol. The dirty thirty was one to remember…

Great Write Robin!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 9 Years Ago


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Oh.. my nightmare.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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maybe juggle a cake from the Cake Boss...forgetaboutit!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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well in the words of a famous musician, "and a good time was had by all."

amen

btw happy B-day.... whenever....

Posted 9 Years Ago


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haaaaa. so great.
the re-telling of it, not, probably the experience itself. it appears cake was not your destiny that year.

and yeah, ANYONE can juggle a chainsaw... its the live felines and fiery pastries that do you in.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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=D This is brilliant! You've mastered this style of humour, fantastic!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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lollllllllll
yeah :D that would be a show to remember - the juggling with a cake and a cat

one above the other, i'd say that was a party to remember...so to speak :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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