It all started last night. One of my Korean friends, Wonki Lee, contacted me on Skype and wanted to meet up. It was 10:15pm, so I was like, "Cool."
Tangent - I met Wonki in 2010, when I was working for ACYPL. I have met many people and have formed several cherished relationships, but Wonki is among the kindest people that I have met.
Untangent - Wonki drove to my place and picked me up. Since it was getting late and he lived about 30 minutes away, he suggested that I stay the night. I ran up to my room, grabbed what I needed for church, and left with Wonki.
On the way to his home, Wonki decided to stop at a bakery and buy out half the shop. One of the things he bought was a cake. For me. If I can be halfway as giving as this guy, I will have made it. We ate a couple pieces together (after I blew out the tall candle, of course):
|Winner of the Happiest Man in the Northern Hemisphere contest: Wonki Lee.|
After staying the night, I went with Wonki's brother, James, to the LDS church nearby. I put the cake in the fridge for the block, retrieved it at the end, and took it on the subway for a 40 minute ride back home. The cake box even had two handles for convenience...but as I was going up my apartment stairs, another "convenient" feature of the box made itself very apparent.
The side hatch.
You see, as I was going upstairs, I held the box in such a way that the cake slid out and fell top down onto the stairs.
|The scene of the crime. The second step was covered in whipped cream and fruit.|
|The remains...the surviving cake on the left, and the recently deceased whipped cream, fruit, and napkins in the box on the right.|