So the other day, I get this random text:
Alice and Terri are a couple of gals from Florida who’ve been together for years, and, like so many other women I’ve been working with of late, decided to take advantage of the demise of DOMA and come get married in Vermont.
Apparently, they’d been at the Avis counter at the airport, and when they mentioned that they were here to get married, another couple of women in line, Susan and Gwen, said that they were getting married too, and one thing led to another, and they discovered that they were all getting married by me, and that their cakes was being made by my friend, neighbor, and colleague Julie Almond of Caketopia Cakes. Lucky gals.
This is Julie. She’s a genius. No, really.
She’s a member of MENSA.
So, I go up to the Comstock Inn in Plainfield to marry Alice and Terri first. I’d spent the morning helping Julie get their cake ready, and boy is it exquisite. Spice cake with maple buttercream frosting, and then bedecked with this totally gorgeous sugar art! I painted some of the flowers. But really, mostly, I washed Julie’s dishes. It’s still an honor.
The gals dress up, we do the ceremony, and they’re happily hitched:
And THEN they tell me they’re planning to come to my house a few days later for Susan and Gwen’s wedding. And so they do.
Photo by Lindsay Raymondjack
Susan and Gwen are from Tennessee, and are also having a Dumping DOMA Elopement. And what might have been a quiet little wedding at my house did, in fact, turn into a party. A Tea Party! The good kind.
Photo by Lindsay Raymondjack
Of course no wedding around here is complete without a Julie Almond Cake Bomb of Gustatory Bliss. This one was a brownie cake with buttercream frosting. Good God! Or as Frank Zappa might say, “Great googly moogly!” The thing was TO DIE FOR!!!!
Photo by Lindsay Raymondjack.
Cake by Caketopia Cakes.
It had so much buttery, chocolately goodness that…well… Honestly, this cake could bring about world peace. Seriously. If people ate enough of this stuff, they’d be in too much of a happy sugar coma to ever fight with anyone again. That is, of course, until the cake ran out…
Anyway, welcome to Vermont, where this kind of thing happens all the time.