Oh I have a story about that Playafied Sketti
The night of that sketti dinner. I came back to camp about 3 or 4 in morning, drunk and hungry. I saw the bowl of sketti, maybe 9 hours passed its prime, it was dried out, hard as a rock and krusty with playa dust. Even in my state it look horrible. So I go to the bar, have a drink and ponder my options. At this point two yahoos stumble into camp. The first and only words out of their months was “you got anything to eat?” I don’t know these guys from adam, but I am willing to share. So, I tell them the only thing I found was the sketti. They dive into the sketti. They shovel a couple of dozen fork fulls into their months. I am just struck with terror, amazement, and horror. After getting full, they stumble off.
So, who ever left the extra sketti to ‘share’, thank you, it was more than entertaining.