Every spring the fraternity I belonged to would have what was irreverently called "The Last Supper." It was the Thursday night prior to the start of finals week. With guys finishing finals at different times and leaving, some graduating and not returning, it was the last time everyone would be together. It was a spaghetti/meatballs/red wine affair. Much more food was prepared than could be consumed. After everyone was pretty full/drunk, someone would start the melee. One of my favorite college memories was nailing this guy I didn't like with a meatball right in the middle of his forehead, hehehe.