Friday rolled around and I certainly wished there were some cooked in the kitchen. A cook, a baker, and a pastry chef would have been money. Alas, there was only me (and A, but I was far too stubborn to accept help!)
The first batch of cupcakes were awful. The frosting was a success, but too sweet for e. The smash cake was so hard it was unshmashable, and the prospect of the gathering of the two families together was giving me nightmares.
Fun was interspersed, as it always is: we strolled through Del Ray Variety and ordered red balloons and blue balloons, and we stopped by Swing’s for some sustenance. We held hands as we held bean, and it was all perfectly fine.