A few weeks ago I attended an event put on by the Social Media Club of Salt Lake City. The event had a panel that discussed how to properly market to women. Our lovely lady editor, Pamela, was on the panel. She had amazing things to say, and I wish I could pass those onto you. But I can’t.

I don’t remember anything the panel had to say. Instead I remember the cupcakes they served. Oh my god the cupcakes! I want to dry hump those cupcakes; that’s how delicious they were.

This weekend I met, Jyl, one of the organizers of the event. She introduced herself to me and then I babbled for ten minutes about the cupcakes. Not once did I bother to mention what a great job she’d done organizing the event. Nope. I was too busy getting my cupcake talk on.

I’ve never sounded so much like the fat kid at summer camp.

It’s sad the details I take away from an event, but I’m convinced these cupcakes were full of crack. They had to be. Otherwise it may be slightly disturbing that my dream last night that I was stuck inside an old school video came chasing the cupcakes around and eating them.