The head waiter declared anarchy today. That resulted in flying projectiles ranging from rolls and ice cream to hot coffee and ice. Exploding ice cream was also interesting to watch as well as falling light fixtures. Most of the time, I watched amused on the sidelines as people declared a snowball war (without the snowballs) and did horrible impressions of other people. And afterwards, I was completely deflated as I realized that my whole being was saturated by uncuteness.
