A few weeks ago my wife, Megan and I attended a food fight party with some friends. It was by far the most wild and crazy thing either of us have ever done! Megan required some convincing, but she eventually agreed to give it a try, albeit reluctantly and with slight apprehension.

It's amazing how much planning goes into an event like this! Our friends covered their entire basement in plastic and put down a soft, cushiony tarp, providing easy access to a backyard hose. For Megan and me being in a food fight required the following preparations: Step #1: Dump your three year old son at the baby sitter for the night (the look of confused horror on his face might have been priceless, but its not really something you want your child to see.) Step #2: Get into swimsuits and pack a towel and a change of cloths. Step #3: Drive there.

Megan really got into it! We took turns throwing pies in each other's faces, pelting each other with eggs, squirting ketchup and mustard, covering each other in baked beans, Spaghetti-O's, chocolate syrup, corn chowder and more. We slid around in jello, pudding and cold, gooey mashed potatoes. It was actually quite a sensual experience!


It was totally liberating! Our 3 year old spent the night at the baby sitter while mommy and daddy had a blast throwing food at each other and shedding all adult responsibility for a few hours! A memorable evening that everyone should experience at least once!