If you were here, and I gave you this cake, we would eat big squares of it and wash it down with several cups of tea. We might laugh, and half-chewed up pieces of cake would spray out of our mouths and hit the wall. After we were done stuffing our faces with cake, we would retire to my couches that are not made of cake, and we would get out our sticks and string and make clickety-clack sorts of sounds for hours. I would play some croony and swoony songs on my laptop, and eventually the Bumblebee would interrupt us and request some Ke$ha, and we would feel obliged because she has a dimple on her left cheek that is super sweet when she smiles. We might look down and see our feet tapping to 'tik tok', but we wouldn't make fun of each other, and no one else would ever need to know. The Bumblebee would also want some balloons blown up, and she would volley one around the room, and eventually it would pop so loud, we'd poop in our pants, and you would get up quickly and insist you leave immediately. I'd agree because I would also need a change of clothes, and I'd fetch your coat, and the party would be over.
It would have been a blast. Really. Happy birthday, my friend!
Be on the lookout for unexpected loud noises all year.