Cupcaking in Williamsburg

There seems to be a general obsession for cupcakes in this town that I wasn't fully aware of until last night. It's like an underground clique, that only the true lovers of small cakes wrapped in paper are abreast to. I attended a Cupcake Contest at the Union Pool tavern, where white Christmas lights dangled above 60 different types of cupcakes, their creators, and quite a few mingling voters. Flavors ranged from chocolate-rum-coconut to PB&J to bacon-mashed potato. Voters paid a dollar for a ticket (some bought many tickets to support friends) and the proceeds went to a local soup kitchen in Williamsburg. Weaving through the hoards of white cardboard boxes full of deliciousness, I found my favorite: coconut carrot cake with, of course, cream cheese frosting. As voters taste tested and the sky grew darker, the din was raised a bit - not because of the amount of PBR in people's bellies, but rather the amount of sugar pumping through everyone's systems. Hysterics ensued. The winner (I was too sugar-high to remember what the flavor was) won one of those Kitchen-Aid electronic mixers in a big white box almost bigger than she. After the award ceremony, (which really was no more than a dude standing on a chair shouting the runners up and winner), the happily full voters came down from their sugar rush and, crashing, returned to their cozy apartments.