Hamfest

Adding meaningless suffixes to common words tends to make great things happen, so I'm going to keep doing it.

Case in point: today Sara/Jeff/Davia/Noah/Ben/Goo and I had our own little Easter brunch in Gewirz.  Sara made eggs and asparagus, Noah added chives- the usual.  Since it was Easter I was forcibly encouraged to put on a button down shirt and tie.

We also dyed eggs.

See?

After brunch the plan was to go up to G12 and sing songs on the piano, but when we got there what we found was a tiny law student slowly throwing away many items of food that represented the leftovers of the Catholic student brunch.  She offered it to us if we wanted it.  Of course we did.  I asked if the offer extended to the giant ham and completely uneaten carrot cake.  It did.  

After taking these things and many trays of fruit and cheese and pastries downstairs we agreed to reconvene at eight for Hamfest.  This was a followup to last week's chivefest, but with a big old thing of ham.  And rolls, a basket of rolls.  And... 

... yes, Noah, and chives.

Hamfest turned out to be more of a guys night since Sara and Goo and Davia were all working on techs for the Mikado all day.  In celebration of this realization, we watched the most meaninglessly violent movie we could find on instant watch- Suckerpunch- and marveled at the machine-gun wielding samurai and zombie WW-I soldiers.  I would not especially recommend it except in situations exactly like the one we were in.  I would, however, recommend Hamfest.  It isn't quite on par with the dignified operations that are Chivefest or Steaklunch, but it was a good addition to the trivial-events-turned-epic family of activities.