One of our members had a birthday recently. We decided to celebrate with a freegan-intensive party, with a single rule: no feeding yourself. The results spoke for themselves (but I can’t help but give a bit of commentary here and there anyway…)
Preparation was swift and jolly — we had a backstock of purchased food that we hadn’t eaten before moving in a few months ago, so we had a lot of luxuries that are never usually dumpstered, such as the cheap-but-rare nori paper (sushi seaweed).
The escalation was only natural: clothing was shed, speakers (also freegan!) were hooked up, and one of us started pouring hot sauce, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream on each other. The hot sauce started to hurt after a while, but jesusmaryandjoseph, food tastes SO much better when the condiments are applied via your lover’s body instead of a bottle. Freegan feasts, sloppy naked dance parties, waking up the next day to find chocolate all over the walls… cooperative living has never been so fun.