last hurrah

It's the last weekend of being in my twenties.
(30 sounds exciting, doesn't it?)

I am hunting for my cake.
Since this is the big one, it's got to be good and chocolate.

Last year my Grandma L. called and upon hearing I was cakeless said,

"It's better to make my own cake,
than cry because I didn't have one."

Words of wisdom, I'd say.

So I've turned to foodgawker.
Because a picture is worth a thousand words.

What will it be?

This?
This?

or This?
Decisions, decisions...