Once in a Lifetime--That's it.

So... I was looking at THE LIST for which number "participate in a food fight" was and I couldn't find it. I was sure I had written that down. But I guess it was such an obvious desire that I forgot. So I'm just going to tag it at the bottom of the list.

Task # 104: Participate in food fight.
CHECK! 2/26/10: So my school held an official food fight. Boys against girls. Surprisingly, there were more girls who participated, so we won. Betty did it with me and it was fun--in the moment. We both teamed up and attacked another friend with mashed potatoes... and then it ended fairly quickly and I got a whiff of myself. I felt like I would throw up. As I had time to let the mustard soaked pants and food encrusted shirt cling to my skin, my giddy grin twisted into a disgusted frown. They could have had a food fight with lighter, yummy food like whipped cream, pies, ice cream, vanilla pudding...sweets. But of course the school would not provide such delicacies--a fact I should have thought through before. Instead, the provided mashed potatoes, ketchup, mustard, chocolate and vanilla pudding (actually a rancid smell mixed with everything else), noodles, ratatouille leftovers from the foods class, and...green stuff.

So I stood in my soiled clothing for a few minutes contemplating how I was going to get home and wondering how I could escape the stench. Betty and I waddled to my car, got our clothes, and headed for the girls locker room.

So...yeeeeaaa I'm not saying I'd turn down giving a pie in the face, I wouldn't even turn down getting one, but once in a lifetime is good for me as far as food fights go. Unless the food mixes well together--but I guess that's against the point of a food fight.