The minister who married Daisy and me recently moved to New York, so our Unitarian-Universalist church (which welcomes all kinds of religious and non-religious viewpoints) had to find a new one. We don't get to go every Sunday because of my work, but we managed to go during her first real sermon. After the service was over, there was a reception with a giant cake.
We luckily were near the front of the very long line, because I didn't realize there would be cake that day. It also was a vanilla cake which I prefer, as I usually won't eat cake that's chocolate. It wasn't the best cake ever, but I wasn't complaining.
They also had these little drinks that were suppose to taste like creamsicle ice-cream . I just had cake, but Daisy liked the drink. She was pretty excited that there was cake too. This was the same room where our wedding reception was at. So the last cake we ate there was our wedding cake.