In a previous blog post, I reference a pie-fight that we set up and had.

Some musings.

48 coconut cream pies.
It turns out that when you order 10 boxes of non-dairy frozen coconut cream pies from a restaurant supply house, they arrive in a huge truck. So huge that it can barely get down the street where the delivery is to be made, because it was expected to be delivered to a loading dock. This resulted in some panicked texting back and forth between me and the owner of the residence. It worked out, but it was a tight squeeze. (and, they only delivered 8 boxes, having run short on supply).

48 coconut cream pies.
(Frozen). They arrived with instructions to keep in a freezer until use. Uh oh, no freezer that big. Could we leave them out for just over a day, to thaw, on the floor of the loft? Did we need to unpack them from their 6-to-a-box shipping? Could we just line them up and pray they didn't spoil? In the end, they were all lined up, slowly coming to room temperature. Just to make sure, we lowered the air-conditioning to 68 for the day.

Plastics!
Tarps! 7mm on the floors, and thinner tarps over all of the furniture that wasn't moved to another room. Everything but the ceiling was protected. On top of the floor tarps, we set down some cheap flat bedsheets. Pro tip: put the tarp down before you set 48 pies in a few rows, waiting for zero-hour. We had to move each pie, one at a time, slide the tarp.. oof.

48 coconut cream pies.
To us kinksters, 48 is a good start! In reality, that is a LOT of pie! A. Lot. What have we done?

Garbage bags.
Heavy duty large garbage bags. Opened and ready to use when needed.

Booties.
Little plastic booties to go over your feet so as not to track goo all over the house on the way to the showers. Or when we're rolling up ton and a half of pie carnage.

Face wipes, paper towels.
Just In Case of Emergency! We bought the wet-wipes in case eyes, noses, or anything else needed a quick clear. We didn't need them, but quick thinking by a member of the team.

Tape.
I didn't think of this, but I will now from now on. Clear, wide plastic tape to go over the seam where one tarp meets the next. Pie really will try to get everywhere, and find any crack in your plastic armor.

Cameras.
Turn off the indoor security cameras. We really don't want this footage in the cloud, now, do we.

Water.
Open bottles of water, by the paper towels and wet wipes. Stay hydrated!

Practice.
If a member of the mayhem to come has never delivered, or received a pie in the face before, practice a little with a tin and a wet washcloth. Else, they may deliver the pie flat-palmed and with such force as to render your nose around to the back of your head. That 10 minutes of practice saved two of our noses from a very zealous, happy, and excited noob. Another one I didn't think of, and am glad one of our party did. Also, practice exhaling as the pie in inbound. Related, use coded language to either trigger, or deliver, the pie, and timing it with said exhale. Role play helps. "Oh no! (exhale)" and splat!

And finally, when someone exclaims "I want to get pied!"...
Pie them! *splat!*