i had two root canals this morning and took the rest of the day off. i'm not motivated to do anything and my mouth hurts. i was going to write about the arab strap/ bright eyes show last night and how i had a transcendent moment during the encore, followed by an epiphany that sadly came four months too late, but i'll save that for another day.

my friend sarah emailed me from wellesley to tell me that due to the freak blizzard that is blanketing the east coast, food fest is cancelled. coincidentally, my former classmate michelle wrote all about they wonder of food fest in her journal today. she is much funnier then i am, so rather then reinventing the wheel, i'll just give you what she wrote:

"...Not until I went to college was I introduced to eating lobster in that way. Before, I had always eaten lobster Chinese-style, stir-fried with black bean sauce. Or possibly fancy-restaurant-style, cut up into little bite sized chunks tossed into a salad. But you know how it is at college. Once a year, they had this "Food Fest" event, where they served lobsters, steak, corn, nachos, cotton candy and such, and the whole school was welcomed to hunker down and gorge. (This was to make you feel as though your tuition money was going towards something other than landscaping.) It actually used to be Unlimited Lobster Food Fest, but they had to shut that down after people started inviting their monstrously hungry frat boy friends to the event and they would suck down, like, 30 lobsters each. After that, they started issuing tickets for the lobsters, which allowed one per person. And if you really, really had to have more than one lobster, then you'd go through the line, trying to find people who were kosher or who just didn't like lobster to surrender their extra ticket. Sometimes there would be intimidation and gangland coercion tactics. It was madness! Madness, I say! And also, everyone would always invariably try to hoard food from the Food Fest (some in a normal way, like "oh, let me steal drinks for my dorm fridge, or get a snack for later tonight," and some in a freaky eating disorder way, like, "I must have five pies."). Later that night, the dorm kitchens would reek of soggy, stale nachos."

go read her journal at http://www.theunderweardrawer.homestead.com. it's pretty fucking funny.

ow, i need more asprin....