Everybody likes cupcakes.

As I was leaving work on Friday, a student staff member called after me, "Have a good night with your cupcake and pajamas, Laura." I smiled. The previous week I had admitted to her that Friday nights meant two things for me: pajamas by 5 pm and a cupcake from my neighborhood bakery. While it's not destined to make the seven o'clock news, Cupcake and PJ Friday is one of my favorite parts of the week.

Even in my college heyday, I was never a fully functional social animal. I think I attended one "after bar" in all four years of college, and that was only because I had a crush on a guy who I thought might be in attendance (I need something particularly compelling to keep me awake past midnight, see). Since college, my bar-hopping habits have increasingly waned. I've stopped purchasing clothes that could only be worn on the weekends and I've learned that more than three beers is usually not worth it come Saturday morning. Old and boring? Maybe. But I think I've always been this way - I just have less people to call me out on it now.

Maybe Cupcake and PJ Friday will fade into the distance after I've made more friends in Austin. Perhaps with a more bumpin' social calendar, the guys at Quacks Bakery will stop giving me that knowing glance once the door jingles upon my arrival and I walk up to the bakery case. But in the mean time, every Friday I'm rocking a cupcake and a glass of milk in some pretty ugly sweatpants. And it's awesome.