Never too late for cake

I had been excited about Diamond Hotel's Cake Club event pretty much since the moment I got the invitation. Why? Because I like cake. Duh. I mean, who doesn't like cake?

The last words of Marie Antoinette

So how did last Friday's big Cake Club event at Rockwell go? Um, I don't know. I missed it. Yeah, I suck.

The event started at 7 PM, but Lizz and I got there at a bit past 8:30, just when everyone was about ready to pack up and go home. How did that happen? Well, it's a long story that involves confusing streets, art, and veggie meat--I'll tell you all about it some other time. ArsenaL, who is usually quite punctual, was also late. I'm not sure what his excuse was.

Fortunately, the nice people there were kind enough to feed us anyway. And, to my surprise, the "Dessert Buffet" was still overflowing with all kinds of cakes and pastries even after an army of bloggers had already rampaged through it. Yay, cake!

I asked ArsenaL about his Cake Club experience, and this is what he had to say:

The cakes looked pretty, like the ones you see on the Lifestyle Channel. I'm not a food connoisseur, so I don't have hifalutin words in my arsenal to aptly describe the deliciousness of the cakes. I'll just say that they were yummy, and I sure would like to visit the Cake Club again.

It was a wondrous affair. I was eating cake in the middle of the posh mall and discussing art with fellow guests. With my Lacoste shirt on, I felt like I was in England relaxing in the clubhouse after playing a round of croquet. I was tempted to carry a British accent to top off the experience.

My word, I bloody should have done so. Two lumps on my iced tea please.

Um, okay. By the way, ArsenaL's little sister was the emcee of the event, and he didn't even know until he saw her there. What a useless big brother.

Because I totally missed the part where they told everyone what the Cake Club is all about, I can't really tell you much except that they have delicious cake. Good thing they gave me a neat little press kit. Go check out the attached document if you're interested. You can also email indulgence [at] diamondhotel [dot] com if you want more information.

Now please excuse me while I go take a closer look at the box of cake they gave me. Hmm, I think I see chocolate in there. Score!