And Sunday night, while browsing Facebook and seeing a photo of someone's birthday cupcakes from Sprinkles, my roommate and I looked at each other with that knowing look - that we just had to go get some. (Why is it I have the worst cravings on Sunday nights? Anyone else have that problem)?
We justified that it wasn't breaking the Sabbath since no one had to work to serve us cupcakes, and despite the semi-late hour and coldness, we jumped.
It's a mere 2 miles to the magical, genius, cupcake ATM. There was a line. And it got longer while we waited.