Well this is the big day. I can’t believe its here already. I am walking down the aisle and everyone looks so happy. I hope my ex-boyfriend from a couple of years ago doesn’t try to sabotage the best day of my life. I’m at the altar, but I cannot stop staring at my uncle in the third row. I swear there is something different about him since the last time I saw him. His head looks different. Maybe its just the angle I am seeing him from. I stared for too long because the ceremony is coming too a close. We both just said, “I do”, kissed, and ran out to our limousine. Were heading over too the reception hall where the dancing will be fun. I am so happy!
Everybody is having fun dancing, singing, and talking. The toasts seem to go on forever, but I do not mind too much. Everything is going perfectly, and the cake looks so good, but I think I will dance before I have some. Its strange, there is some ticking noise I can hear, but I do not know where its coming from. Other guests can hear it and we start to search for the source. We’ve been looking for a while, but no luck. I bet it is just a clock my ex-boyfriend put somewhere to make us get scared. I am dancing when, the chef says, “who wants cake?” Right then everybody realizes where the ticking noise was coming from. It was too late. The cake exploded everywhere! It was a mess.
My dress, my husband’s tuxedo, and everybody else’s clothes were covered in frosting. Not to mention my uncle that I had stared at had a toupee and people were playing monkey in the middle with it. They also were throwing it like a Frisbee. It eventually wound up lying somewhere on the floor covered in cake. We all decided that we could not allow a wedding cake explosion to ruin what should be the happiest night of our lives. I danced some more with my husband until he slipped on some icing. We also took a ton of pictures. The night was starting to get more exciting. Then the best man hurled a piece of cake shaped like a snowball at one of the other groomsmen.
Pandemonium broke out. People were throwing cake everywhere. They also started splashing water and champagne at each other. Everyone continued this until they were thoroughly exhausted and satisfied with their tomfoolery. The night was a blast and everyone left happy, except my uncle. He could not find his toupee and was searching all over. It had turned out that the toupee was stepped on into a big clump of cake. The locks had icing stuck in them and were stickier than glue. When he found it, he realized it could not even be worn anymore. Then he stormed off and left me, my husband, and a sugary wig in the reception hall.
