Our birthday party yesterday was grand. Many of Pasadena's well-loved dignitaries were there for the synchronized cake-cutting. We had music, classic cars, booths starring local businesses, face painting--all the fun stuff.
But the star of the party was the cake. Uh, cakes. Seven cakes.
Everyone who was willing to stand in line got a piece. I'm too impatient, and I'll bet I'm not the only one.