G is for Good Night

Scott is off watching The Return of the King at a friend's house. I told him that I imagined I'd be going to bed early without him around to distract me (virtually, in any case), and he bet me that I couldn't go to bed by 11:00. That's the kind of bet I should have no problem winning, and tonight, I think I'll enjoy trying.

We couldn't think of anything to bet, so we're betting for a gimme. I'm still not entirely sure what a gimme is in this context, but I'm pretty certain that I'd rather win one than lose one. (G is also for gimme, I suppose.)

G is also for gross food, which Lloyd experienced today at an elementary school in Hawaii. In answer to his (perhaps rhetorical) questions, I'd say that my own elementary school cafeteria often experienced similar vast quantities of waste every day at lunchtime. The amount fluctuated, I'm sure -- in elementary school culture, there's definitely a sense of what constitutes a good cafeteria lunch, versus a bad cafeteria lunch. Pizza days, for instance, were always good days. Salisbury steak days, on the other hand... not so much.

In middle and high school, we had more choices to pick from. Granted, many days, none of the choices were particularly promising, but being able to make that choice encourages less waste. Nonetheless, I was always jealous of the kids who brought their own lunches. There's only so much deliciousness that can be packed into a 65-cent hot lunch.

...And on that note, I'm off to bed for the evening. It's 10:22 pm. The gimme will be mine!