It's an indoor holiday today, with the rain (Happy Birthday, MLK). Yesterday was clear and bright, and the celebration for Delilah Bakery's first birthday was outdoors. The building, now painted creamy mustardy yellow with brown and blue trim, used to be a small evangelical church. The door was often open, and I remember seeng the congregants in folding chairs in the small cinderblock structure. For a short while, after the church moved, it was an art gallery. Now the place sells sin in the form of southern whiskey bread pudding. Walking down Echo Park Avenue toward the party, we saw the balloons, and the first thing I heard was the 4-guitar band singing "It's all over but the crying." Well, not for this sweet place (their motto: Come in bitter...leave sweet). They went on to cover the Byrds, Bob Dylan, the Eagles, Merle Haggard. One of the band members told the crowd that he lived behind Peter Shire's studio farther up on EP Ave. He said he had written a song for Echo Park, called "Feels Like Home." It was a good song. The mini-cupcakes Genevieve gave away were good, too. Too good.