Just got home from a birthday party for one of my writer's group friends. Great time. (I mean, if it's 2:30 a.m. and you're just getting home, either your car broke down or that's a pretty good endorsement.)
The only downside happened early in the night. One of the big highlights of the night was the Dr. Pepper birthday cake. I asked someone (who shall remain nameless) if those "things over there on toothpicks" were slivers of the cake. This person said yes. I grabbed one and started to eat it. Emphasis on started, because it was actually some hideous vegetable thing that I had to run to the bathroom to spit out, which probably made my friend's roommates think I have the manners of a pig -- which I often do, but I try to hide this outside of my circle of friends.
I know, I know, it was stupid of me to think something on toothpicks was a slice of Dr. Pepper cake. But it was black and shiny (which I thought was the frosting), so at the moment it made sense. The person I asked had never heard of Dr. Pepper cake until the party started and really was in no position to know what the cake would look like either.