Free Food

I am sitting in a large room, situated much like a theatre. The room is wood walled and lined with rows and columns of old dilapidated theater like seats. There is a lingering stench of mildew.

30 feet in front of me a gaggle of brightly dressed men and woman aged in their early 20s are belting notes out and swaying their hips. These are actually student vocal groups, all nameless, except for the first group called, Drastic Measures. They are performing extremely well known and outplayed power pop radio hits, the last song performed whose band name and song title escape the name of me contains these lyrics in its chorus: “I’ll be the greatest fan of your life”. So now you know what I’m dealing with here. This isn’t why I came into this room, and but it’s almost keeping me here, entrancing in a way I simply cannot fathom. Maybe it’s the designated guy who beat boxes for every song. He sure goes heavy on the crash. The sole reason which brought me into this room was: Free Food, A truly essential landmark to encourage attendance to any half ass college event. In the back of the venue tables are lined up displaying a whole plethora of assorted food items. There were pastel colored cupcakes, large cookies, chocolate brownies, and sandwich platters from subway. There’s also plenty of beverage to relieve impending thirsts caused by the fast consumption of such delectable treats, Milk, Juices, and Sodas, and of course the classic Coffee and Tea. I’ve drank 2 cups by now, and downed 2 plates of food, mostly consisting of pink cupcakes. So do I just stand up, throw my garbage away and proceed out the door while a group of 15 enthused vocalists perform their lackluster rendition of a Kelly Clarkson song? Why can’t I just walk out the door? Am I the only person who’s felt this way? Has a member of the skull & bones society ever stood up and asked “Can I just leave now?”, grease smeared all over his face from the turkey leg he just finished. Has a member of the black panther party ever just said “WHAT, NO FUCKING FOODS?!” and walk right out of the meeting? I don’t think so. I hope you get my point. This entire ideal made me realize, that there is always some sort of price to pay, for food at least.