The ride to Salt Lake was very stressful for me. I discovered, upon the first turn we took, that the cake was prone to sliding around the board it was sitting on. This was surprising because I could hardly get it to slide off at home, not that I spent a whole lot of time trying to knock it off the board (mostly I actually tried to keep it in tact, go figure). I guess the momentum of the car just made it move easier or something. I dug my fingernails into the cardboard base and did not let go until we made it to the chapel.
At about 5:18 I started to panic. For some reason I had convinced myself that the wedding started at 5:30 when, in reality, it started at 6:30. I don't know why I forgot this detail since I had been telling everyone 6:30, all day. My hands started to sweat making it rather difficult to hang onto the cake. I suffered in silence for a while and then remarked to Andrew,
"We only have 10 minutes to get there!"
"Oh," he said, cool as a cucumber, "I thought it started at 6:30."
"It does!" I nearly shrieked.
"Then we have an hour and 10 minutes to get there."
The rest of the car ride was a lot more relaxing for me, even though I kept worrying about Patrick and David and the other half of the cake with them. Eventually we got right behind them and, while we were stuck in construction traffic for about twenty minutes, David called us on the cell phone. All was well with the cake and we chatted about how to avoid the traffic. Since it was only a block or two away from the chapel, and because we were plenty early, we decided just to plug on through.
I didn't fully relax until I had the cake fully assembled and sitting on a sturdy table. It felt so good to have it all together and sitting with the pretty decorations. Everyone thought it was beautiful--I don't think anyone noticed anything wrong with it (except Patrick since the cake "attacked" him in the car so he knew where some of the lace was a bit messed up).
So, here's the cake in all it's splendor. Cake decorating is a little depressing because you put all this time and effort into it and then someone eats it and it is gone forever. Still fun, though.
I totally guessed on what flowers to get. The delphinium was Doug's idea but I went with the daisies just because they were pretty. As luck would have it Kelli chose daisies for her bouquet so the cake kind of matched.
After I cut all the flowers off the stems I wrapped the stems back up in the flower paper and carried the now-empty bouquet to Kelli.
"Here's your bouquet," I quipped.
Her face morphed through many emotions very rapidly. Confusion. Shock. Fury. Enlightenment. Relief.
I thought it was funny, but perhaps not the nicest thing to do to someone on their wedding day when they are worrying about so many things already.
Now our fridge is gloomily empty but I'll have a lot more free time on my hands to get some things done around the house.
I'll post about the wedding tomorrow. We're all so tired from dancing the night away. Rachel especially so. She was still awake when we got home and was giggling, giggling, giggling all through scriptures, prayer, and getting ready for bed. I was worried she'd be too hyper to sleep but she fell asleep only a few minutes after we put her down, hallelujah!