Then, Mario had planned a bowling party for me. They wouldn't let him make reservations, and said we had to buy food there, but we could bring any sweets we wanted with us. However, when we arrived, Mario went to the bar to order a bunch of pizzas, and they told him the cook was tired so she was just going home and we couldn't eat... because does it really matter if you're supposed to be open and you have a huge group of customers waiting? If you're tired, you should get to go home.


I have been drooling over Emy's birthday cake for a month now, so I decided to approximate something tall and chocolate and beautiful, and then got overwhelmed before I even started to decorate it. But it was an amazing chocolate cake, with chocolate butter cream frosting the the middle and chocolate ganache on the outside, with a strawberry cream sauce poured over each slice. Any doubt about how addicted I am to chocolate?? And I had to make my own cake, but then at least I got exactly what I wanted!
