When I returned from the wedding, I realized I had a sequence of pictures which chronicle the demise of one of the bridesmaids, Maria. Maria is a lot of fun and a great friend, but she insisted on stirring up trouble with the wedding cake. The cake won.
"Chu talkin' to me??"
"Everybody look at me!!! Estoy bailando!!"
"Que pasa guapo?"
"I think that cake just insulted my hat. I must fight it to protect my honor."
"The cake has won this round, but I will drink this tequila and return to beat him"
"I'm happy again! Thanks for dedicating an entire page to me on simoncore.com!!"
