So why a food fight? I have been asked that many times, since the ordeal. Honestly, they always looked fun! But, I could think of a million reasons that I shouldn't join. They are a waste of food, the mess, clean up would be awful, the mess, and did I mention the mess? So the idea of staging my own food fight sounded like just what I needed. Totally out of the ordinary and perfect for my adventure list (see the post on May 1st for a total list of my adventures.) So Saturday I had 8 of my friends and family show up with some great food. Abby, went so far as making special conncoctions, like ketchup mixed with garlic and other stuff. Gross! So we ate hamburgers and chili dogs, and beans. Stacy, Josh, Amber and Abby put a whole bunch of canned goods into throwaway cups. Andrea made sticky, mushy rice and noodles to throw. She also made pudding and jello. We had pies and cookies and peach cobbler for dessert. So after we chowed, we took all the food outside and decided to play mafia. That is a fun game, but a little confusing. As I was trying to explain the game, very poorly, the rest of the gang decided to go all out. So we all ran to the table to grab our amunition, and within 10 minutes it was over. I got pied in the face, banana cream I think. Pinto beans in my swimsuit and a pickle on my head. I was covered, but man it was fun. We laughed and laughed. Once the water hose came out, we had more fun washing off each other with cold water. I throughly, enjoyed every moment and I have crazy thoughts about making it an annual event. When it all comes down to it, life isnt about the moments you stay clean for, or watch from afar, but the moments that are down and dirty and in your face. Live for the moment!
