My grandmother's hundredth birthday cake. Hooray for her!

(The birthday party was one of the most unique I've ever seen: my grandmother and family and friends at the head of the room, facing a large audience of nonagenarians, all but five of whom were women, who mainly sat and watched us and listened to the singer. In what it was, it was very sweet. Sweet, but strange too. My dad put it well when he said he finally understood the use of a hip flask.)