Columbia Heights Day is this Saturday, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go. Wasn’t sure, that is, until I saw the day’s schedule via New Columbia Heights. The page features three little words that spoke to the very core of my being: “Cupcake eating contest.”
And it’s sponsored by Sticky Fingers. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Right now I’m at work, but I’m almost shaking with excitement about how many delicious cupcakes I’m going to put down on Saturday. Seriously, this contest is over; no one will be able to compete with me. I’m the cupcake master, the Rocky Balboa of pastry consumption. What Bank of America was to Merrill Lynch, I will be to my pile (I assume they’ll be in a pile) of cupcakes.
It will be epic.
Update: Although this is somewhat troubling…
If you can’t die during sex, choking on a cupcake has to be the 2nd best way to go.