Off to a good start if the goal here is to post every day.[NOT]
Yesterday was my studio recital at the music school. We had to schedule it for 6 p.m. and I wanted a rehearsal before hand, so everyone pitched in (sorta) and we bought two 24 inch pizzas from the family owned pizza place in the neighborhood. The guy taking my order warned me that they were very large pizzas and would feed 10 - 12 people. I told him that four of my students were teenage boys. No problem, then.
I was busy rehearsing with a late-comer while the others tore into the pies. I did manage to score one piece for myself (with broccoli and mushroom) as well as a small piece of pepperoni to taste. Mmmmmm, goood pepperoni!!!!
At the end of the recital (which took less than 40 minutes to perform) I announced that there wasn't much in the way of a reception, but we did have some cold pizza in the back. I got to pay for the pizza, have one piece of pizza and clean up after everyone was gone. There was nothing left but two of the biggest pizza boxes I'd ever seen, and, reminiscent of the poor dad in A Christmas Story, "the heavenly aroma still hung in the air."
As I headed out on the long drive home, completely wrung out, thirsty and hungry, I could not shake the desire for ice cream. Soft serve ice cream. A big, swirly cone of frozen custard, chocolate and vanilla duo. I wanted some so badly. I blame the pizza. In hindsight, it may have been the pepperoni, but I still blame pizza. One piece is rarely enough. When you smell it, you want it. And then you want something else bad for you. Ice cream, for some reason, seems the perfect companion to pizza. Well, the apre-pizza companion. You need beer to go with the pizza (soda if you're under age). Beer (or soda) wants chips and/or pretzels. Ice cream likes sprinkles, or fudge sauce, whipped cream and a cherry. It's a slippery slope to go out (or call in) for pizza.
In the end, I settled for a lemonade coolatta from Dunkies. It was right there where I stopped for gas. It was frozen, I was thirsty and I stopped thinking about ice cream after the first few tugs on the straw. Such an ice cream headache!! All through the sinuses. . .
So, not a great day, although I did manage to consume an entire canteloupe throughout the day. Maybe more ice cream compensation.
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Gateway drunk? Ok sure. I see it more as a warning sign that I am about to give up my whole food regime of protein.veggie, diet coke meals and ride into the dark night of gluttony--Pizza and chinese food.
Diet coke???!!! Bleeecccchhhhhh!
Chinese food--not as far a fall from protein and veggies.
Studies have show and I have proof that limiting cabs lowers appetite and slows the ride into the dark night of gluttony.
and one more thing when we die , all of wrinkly skin falls off and all we are left with the smoothness of our bones......... mmmmmmmmmmmm very interesting
you better generate a bigger audience.
Limiting cabs means more people will have to take the subway.
Just a little joke I couldn't resist at your typo's expense.
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