“There’s an OBNOXIOUS amount of pizza in this house.”

Friday evening I had no plans.  I was very OK with having no plans as it had been a really long week and I was looking forward to settling in with my book.  My book that, of course, I had left at work that same afternoon and didn’t realize until I was already on the interstate south.  Grrr.

 In any case, I headed home and just realized what a gorgeous wonderful evening it was. It warranted some time out.  So Roomie and I went for a couple of drinks at Flanagan’s where we were charged a mere $7.50 for 4 pints of really good beer.  Sweeeet!   We discussed the finer points of writing to a friend in prison using code.   We almost decided we should really do it.   Then we figured we’d prefer to stay out of jail ourselves.
 

After that, it was time to switch company and switch locales.   Though the Nickel had really cheap mini-pitchers of beer (about 2 ½ pints for $4.25), Julia’s beverage of choice – whiskey straight up – was a whopping $6.50 a glass.  At a place like that?! Really??  Though the live band that just started kicking off was good, and my drinks cheap, that was a little too ridiculous for her, so we decided to move on.
 

Moving on meant moving to Julia’s.  My home-away-from home, quite literally (I have PJs, cleansing products, contact solution, a toothbrush, teddy bear – you name it hanging out over there)!  Her liquor cabinet is always full, not to mention the cases of beer typically in her fridge (we friends have a habit of bringing a 12-pack every time we come and only drinking 3 or 4).  What we didn’t have was food and, gosh darnit, we were hungry!
 

So finding a coupon in her mail for “Buy One Large, Get One Large Free” from Papa John’s, we figured we had it made!  Boy on the phone told us it could be anything, so we opted for one veggie delight and one chicken spinach tomato alfredo. Mmmmm.  Is your mouth watering yet?  Yeah, that last one did us in – just the name of it.  So we fixed a drink, chatted and waited our obligatory hour until the glorious za god showed up with our zas.
 

From now on, I swear I’m going to check the zas before letting the dude go.  Because not only did we not get our veggie smothered and chicken spinach covered miracles, it turned out we had TWO LARGE CHEESE.  And that’s it.  And that was not cool.  Not that I’m dissing the cheese: it’s just that once you have something like a chicken spinach tomato alfredo in your head, a simple cheese is just not going to cut it.  Of course, we called the John’s to make sure they knew we had the wrong zas.  The Boy on the phone gave us a bit of attitude with our three choices – which were:

1. Credit us the zas we had  (nope; had paid in cash)
2. Put in the computer that our next ones were free  (yeah, right. You know darn well it wouldn’t be in there)
3. Remake the zas.  (Oh yeah. That’s the answer!)

We were warned it’d take another hour (groan!), so we ended up holding off the hunger with a slice or two of just cheese (still tasty. Just not a Masterpiece).  By time the door bell rang with the new zas, then, we weren’t all that hungry anymore…and even thought: oh wow. We’re going to have a LOT of za to eat now. 

And then, even more than expected.  Phone Boy had attitude but Delivery Boy did not.  He completely apologized for the mix-up and then proceeded to take THREE large steaming hot pizzas out of his little dandy warmer bag.  I explained it was only two but, oh no.  They made us an additional pizza just for the mix-up.  An additional full veggie masterpiece.
  
So two girls had FIVE LARGE PIZZAS on Friday night. 
 

By time we went to bed, we were puff-stuffed with the za.  We had to rearrange her fridge over and over again to fit in all the zas and all the beverages.  She laughed at one point, “you know, most 42 year old women have what? Salad greens, maybe a nice bottle of wine in the fridge?  Yeah.  I look like I’m a frat house.”   Yes, folks, there was an obnoxious amount of pizza in the house that night.
 

It, of course, meant pizza with our coffee for breakfast.  And me bringing an entire pizza and a half home with me, texting the Roomie: “don’t eat lunch! I’m bringing home pizza!”  Oh, yes, and pizza again for dinner.  And breakfast yesterday.   After all that, you’d think I’d be pizza’d out, huh?  Nope.  Though I did make a chicken and avocado salad for dinner last night instead.

Speaking of last night…. Last night began my one week stint of being alone in the house.  Roomie took off for a week (I dropped him at the airport around 2pm) so it’s just little ol’ me!   It’s nice to have the place to myself.  No offense to Roomie, of course.  I mean, even spouses and mothers and the best of friends need time to themselves sometimes.   I just hope he won’t mind that I opened a big ol’ bottle of his wine last night.  *grin*   Thank you, Roomie, for having one! (It was Sunday and I was too dumb to have purchased one the day before)  Knowing him, he’ll read this even on vacation *grin again*.  I promise to have it replaced by time you get back.  Because, oh yes, more wine will be had again tonight!  And probably every night this week….