Is there always a cause for "celebration"?

As I sit here digesting the grilled veggie burrito I had for lunch, I'm pondering over being approached not one, but FIVE times, this week to go to the "Bosses Appreciation Day" breakfast. I won't go into all the reasons I think this little "celebration" is absurd, only the one foremost in my mind. Must everything be recognized by stuffing our faces with food? Greasy muffins, stale white bagels and cheap orange juice has nothing to do with appreciating your boss. It's hard enough to make good decisions in my own time and it irritates me that I have to fight off the foodpushers at work as well. You'd think when I didn't respond to the first two emails or the invite that it would be necessary to ask me again in person twice. NO I do not want to eat that crappy food. No, really. Really, really, really. I honestly believe birthdays, baby showers, bosses day, admin assistants day and all the other "special days" that are used as an excuse to eat crappy food together have no business being in the workplace. I'm proud of myself for not caving. Maybe if I keep saying "no" for the next six months of parties, it will finally get through.