Last weekend was very amusing; we had a lot of parties. First was my sister’s wedding tea in Columbiana. It went very well, plus they had those tasty little cucumber open-face sandwiches like at my tea, so I was happy. I am partial to cucumbers.
We had my birthday dinner on the same night at Steak & Ale. I am also partial to filet mignon. ‘Twas a lovely dinner, and it had a great surprise at the end. My parents earlier had asked me the annual question, “What kind of cake do you want?” to which I had replied, “Uhhhh, a dinosaur one.” No reason, really; just wanted something different, something ‘not normal.’ I once had a dinosaur cake when I was at that age where inviting all the kids in your class (whether you knew them or not) to your birthday party was the cool thing to do, and it was quite a nifty cake. Oh, to be seven again.
Okay, back to dinner. “Okay, Carrie, close your eyes . . . . Carrie, put that camera down and close your eyes!” So I do, then I hear some rustling, and Steven exclaims, “Oh, my God!” Then it’s “Open your eyes, Carrie,” and this is what I see:
It was truly a bonifide dinosaur cake, 3-D even! It could have been a scene from Steel Magnolias, except with extinct reptiles. Waiters from other areas of the restaurant came by to take a gander. Steven then pulls out some candles he found that burn colored flames, like blue, pink, purple, you get the idea. It’s a continuation of a lighter gag joke. They sure did have a high flame; we made my mom extremely nervous.
As hard as it was, I eventually had to cut the cake. Steven chowed down on some snout, while I nibbled on some eye. Jason wanted a piece of tail, but after a few bad jokes, we didn’t cut that end. However, half the ass is presently in my fridge.
‘Bone’ appetit.