Last night, we had "The Last Supper" Rapture Party. Well, when I planned it, it was actually just a bunch of us getting together to celebrate Gordon leaving his job and starting a law practice. But then I realized that I'd picked Rapture Day for our soirée, so I decided to make it a combo event:
And our friend Ronna made Gordon a fantastic cake, featuring our very own Chicky! Chicky is Ronna's favourite hen. For the cake, Ronna put Chicky into mugshots:
"Free Chicky! Free Chicky!"
Gordon was thrilled with his amazing cake!
And a good time was had by all!
Big hugs for Ronna, creator of the masterpiece.
Gordon also got a bag of goodies to start his new law practice. What lawyer doesn't need Elton John specs?
Armed and dangerous. I'd hire him to defend me!
I made the mistake of letting Sophie lick buttercream icing off my finger. She wasn't about to leave after that.
And Naomi got some quality time with her favourite Auntie Ronna...
...while I perfected my Elton John/Gangsta/Chicken-Tea-Cozy-on head look. Hard to believe I'd only drunk half a Guinness.
Check out Ronna's amazingly fantastic cakes on her Cakebook Facebook page, and visit her blog. And for everything you ever wanted to know about Canada's national dish, visit Ronna's Poutine Chronicles.
I was pleased we all survived the Rapture. Of course, if I had to go to hell, I couldn't have picked a better, more amusing group with which to roast in flames for all eternity.
Addendum: Ronna took some better pics of her masterpiece: