Sometimes, when we emerged from the depths of the employee basement dungeon, we would find ourselves in a ballroom decorated to look like a fairy tale. Most of these overly decorated events would be weddings.
I always appreciated a highly decorated wedding. It was beautiful to look at, and besides, they usually rented glasses and plates, so less work for us. Honesty.
But one particular wedding stood out more then most. It was in our biggest ballroom, the one that used to host the 1,000 people lavish open bar fillet Mignon black tie employee Christmas party pre-recession. That sadly, was taken away from us. We all took a day of grieving.
I’m not bitter. grrrrr…
Moving on. This wedding was decorated to the 9’s. It had a full stage set up for a band performance, flower arrangements that probably cost more then my entire wedding budget, and of course, a cake.
It sat in the back under its own spotlight, illuminated like it was some sort of god or shrine. It had white flowers covering the entire thing, made completely out of sugar. Edible. (Yet they tasted like cardboard.)
Meh. O.k. cake, I thought. I have seen prettier.
Well apparently I hadn’t. My supervisor walked by and told me under his breath how much it cost.
Fifty. Thousand. Dollars.
That is $50,000. Or fifty thousand dollars. Or you can write it FifTy ThOuSand DolLarS.
I almost choked. I could not believe it. Suddenly, the cake became a person. I person I could glare at, talk bad about, and even envy.
I hated that cake.
All night I would walk past its illuminated sugary self, and I would glare.
I was glaring, at a pastry.
But all I could think about was how that pastry, was the same price as my student loans.
And the best part about weddings like this is, by the time you get around to serving the cake people have already eaten 5 courses, and hardly ever take a bite of the wedding cake.
AH! Do you know what it is like throwing away $50,000 worth of CAKE! All I could think as I scrapped each untouched piece into the garbage was $100, $200, $300….sigh. Insanity.
At a similar wedding, there was a cake for $25,000. I served the brides family all night, and took note that the brides father was not in the best mood. Finally, as the night ended, and he saw his $25,000 worth of sugar flour and frosting being dumped into the trash, I heard him grumble…
“I cant believe we got that cake. We should have just gone to COSTCO.”
I ate a piece of the cake. It was good. But so is Costco cake…