So, I would have served and impressed my friends, except for the drunken mess I was in. I was taste-testing the cupcakes, the whipped cream, and the syrup, all alcohol-laden. For a teetotaler like myself, it wasn't the wisest move. By the time I had snacked on my second whole cupcake (!), I was woozy/tipsy/drunk and even the cat was a bit inebriated. Life lesson learned there.
The next day as I surveyed the mess I'd made of the kitchen (there were even dirty dishes in the bathtub-- ick!), the scraps of Dove chocolate foil wrappers bearing sayings and thoughts, which I had spread out on the table, and the remnants of the cupcakes I'd eaten I was both impressed that I hadn't tossed my cookies (er, cupcakes?) in the overnight and horrified at the mess I'd created. But I was also proud. Proud of my super-delicious dark chocolate and cherry Black Forest cupcakes and of myself.