I'm a free stuff whore.  I admit it.  Bobblehead figure at the ballpark, chip clip at the grocery store, T-shirt at a concert, monster-size college cup at a bar... I'll take 'em all.

But aside from all of the above free items and others like them, what I prize above almost all else is: free food.

Oh, how I love free food.  The love has always been with me, but it magnified during college.  Y'all know what I'm talking about:  when you're so poor you're reduced to eating Ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner, day in and day out.  So when you hear from People-in-the-Know that there's a catered meeting in the room across from your newspaper office or down in the ballrooms, you switch into vulture mode.  You make up excuses like having to go to the bathroom or grab something out of your car, just so you can do the [not so] casual glance into the room as you pass by to see if the meeting has cleared.  Once the room is emptied, you and your friends and co-workers attack the spread like ravenous wolves.  "What's this?"  "I don't know, just take it." 

The insane pleasure that comes when you know you can stuff yourself silly and not pay a dime is satisfying and addicting at the same time.  Satisfying because, well, you can stuff yourself silly.  But having access to free food is also addicting because no matter how full you are, you still go back for more because who in their right mind would let free food go to waste?  Who knows when the opportunity will present itself again!  Plus in college, the "ohmygod we could get caught, hurry, hurry take as much as you can!" dangerous, walk-on-the-wild-side feeling was factored in.

Anyway, what brought upon this post of free food love is that my office is hosting a few visitors from Washington to do an assessment.  So I had to order catering for today and tomorrow.  =D

*munches on a grape*

I feel:  not-quite-full