It was seven fifteen at Foss.  The dining hall workers had already packed up the salad bar, and they were looking a little antsy for us to get out of the dining hall so they could finish cleaning for the night.

 But there were still seven tables of kids chatting away, not looking like they were going to be moving any time soon.  So we settled in as well.  My girlfriends and I had already stuffed ourselves with salads, macaroni and cheese, french vanilla cappuccinos (yum), and pumpkin pie.  But we knew that the moment we walked out the dining hall doors only two things would await us: the frigid cold winter air and... our homework.  

So we refused to move from our dinner table.  

And, uh, well, I'm not sure how we went from pumpkin pie and cappuccinos to this.....

But, let me tell you: it was lovely.   The perfect method of procrastination, in fact.  Maybe we can turn it into a ritual...  Wednesday night massage trains at Foss?  Game on.