If only we were so lucky...

I am currently visting my brother for the night at Eastern Connecticut University.

What did we do for dinner you ask? Well let me tell you

There is this wonderful Campus Misionary house that has a FREE Pasta dinner every Thursday night.

Fo' Free?

Yes, Fo' Free.

My brother said he and his friends discovered this sometime last semester...let me walk you through it...

-Park on the street outside the house a block from his dorm
-Walk into the house (door already open)
-Immediatly get in line and grab a REAL fork, napkin and Chinet plate
-Hit up the garlic bread station, the salad (with 2 different kinds of bell peppers) salad station, the pasta station, doubling back by the bread for the gratted cheese and finally to the Kool-aid station before going out on the porch to eat
-Upon completion of food go in for seconds
-Upon completion of seconds, simply cross just through the threshold of the front door to throw the now empty plate in the garbage and toss the fork into a basket nearby
-Turn around and walk right back out that door

THE END

At no point were we asked to sign up for anything or give anyone anywhere any type of "donation" (do I sound like a heartless bastard not wanting to donate one measly dollar for a belly filling dinner? so be it...I work at Borders for crackers sake)
We went the entire FREE and satisfying meal without once encountering any people who resided in or worked at this Campus Misionary House and my brother said that given their appearence at this dinner every Thursday, they rarely see the people behind the scenes either

In conclusion, while I was sitting outside on the porch during the onset of evening on this beautiful day and ate what really was the closest thing to a free meal I could ever ask for... I couldn't help but dream of how perfect of a precurser this would have been to Thursday night bowling...