Feed Me, Seymour-opoulos

I'm waiting for Jer to get out of the shower so we can drive to Camarillo for Greek food. It's the Ventura County Greek Festival today, and I'm craving everything. Especially those donut things with honey that I can never remember the name of. And the regular stuff like gyros and dolmathes and all that, of course. The biggest problem (besides starvation) I have right now, is deciding whether or not to bring my camera, but I think that'd be too much of a burden. I just want to fork over a few bucks and stuff my face until I can't stuff it anymore. I don't want to worry that I'm wasting a photo op.