BC: Afterwards, we all went to Left Bank for dinner.
FC: Outstanding in the Field. Of Famine.
1: Wine, but no food? A theme for the night was almost established, for soon we would discover that wine was also a rare event (though, not as rare as a sighting of Traci De Sardine, the Exec. chef who fucked everything up and couldn't be bothered to cook or talk to all the guests. | We entered with high hopes, much like those who boarded the Titanic.
3: The grapes of wrath. | Catherine looks toward Iraq and wonders if life is even tougher for her brother, a soldier.
4: A hawk hoping for table scraps. Stupid bird. | An empty table? Empty vines? Oh the symbolism.
5: Why do they look so happy just before dinnertime? Because they know it's the sheep who are gonna get it.
6: Through meditation and yogic technniques, we were able to drink wine trantric-style, making it last longer.
8: Chumps. Like us.
9: The broken windmill. Not enough food to survive, I guess.
10: Laughing uproariously, Mother Nature mooned us for our folly. | Eager for a scrap of sustenance, the vines surrounded us. Fat fucking chance.
11: The bus Outstanding In the Field uses to ferry god-knows-what, cause it ain't ferrying food.