Having the ability to crack jokes and speak with any random person I come across appears very extroverted, indeed, but honestly, I just like to talk. I have a big voice with a big will to sooth and satisfy the urge to crack poor jokes at any given (in)convenience. I think I am very funny. Classically speaking, don’t judge a book by its cover. Sure, I like people and I like to talk but really it’s just the filler between getting from what I need to do to getting back to my home with my dog and occasionally a close friend. Lately, the former.
This photograph is from an excursion similar to the Krusty Krab Pizza episode of Spongebob that I personally experienced. Last weekend, I had the opening shift instead of the closing shift, so after I came home and did some dog stuff, I moseyed my way a 150 blocks or so to engage in some tea shop tunes hosted by my good friend, to then continue on to the free Sunday music shows, hosted by a local bar. (technically two bars because one is outside.) Incidentally, I made good friends with his neighbors quite instantly over Microcosms, the documentary — which I highly recommend if you have yet to see it. Anyway, beside the teashop is the bar on one side and a late-night pizza shop that has dairy-free cheese. Tea, then pizza, then free music.
I tried two “cuts” of pizza, which are half-slices. This pizza-by-the-slice spot has some deliciousness happening always and I wanted to try samples before I made a final decision. (I didn’t even end up ordering any of the cuts I got, because the seasonal special is *too* good, but we can talk about that after, in tandem with the sequential story.) The first slice was a pineapple zah with jalapeños and cilantro. It is always delicious. The chef special wasn’t very good, but it had some good house-made vegan mozzarella on it. We went over to the bar. The music didn’t appease my tastes, so i went to the outside section of the bar. I met some San Francisco folks who were visiting seattle and drove down. They were looking for the nose candy so I tastefully made my way out of their gaze with my Shirley Temple. The fun part about not drinking booze is that you just drink other fun things, like Shirley Temples. They are usually cheaper than regular bar drinks, mine was 2 dollars and I could get free refills all night! Not to mention Shirley Temples are delicious.
I had a very strong sugar rush. It’s kind of like being drunk but with higher inhibitions. I kept making friends and being social so I am pretty sure it has just been a me-thing and not a drunk-thing. Plus, getting Shirley Temples meant I had something in my hand to drink instead of booze, so that is nice, too. All I could think about was more pizza in the bar, though. Priorities.
I found my friend still sitting in the booth at the bar section of the pizza shop. It is the security guard’s girlfriend, the sweet angel. We often talk of stones and read cards. I am friends with the security and, you know, the bartender is very sweet. So sweet, his name is Angel. Somehow I got an excellent deal on a pizza. I confirmed the two sizes circumferences and specified that I wanted the 18”. I am not sure, but I think that there was something in Angel that he felt was relatable, or something as the smirk he made and the discount further engaged that this was a *very* good decision.
I didn’t bike there, thank goodness. I wouldn’t have been able to carry the pizza box. I got my favorite pizza. A seasonal special. A mushroom, truffle-oil pizza, with Follow Your Heart cheese and herbs and spices. Super garlic goodness. Oh my, it genuinely makes my mouth water thinking of it. The sulken-eyed pizza chef(?) delivers me my pizza, opens it, confirms. She sees my delight. I walk up the block to the bus stop to wait for the next 24 hour bus. I jumped the gun a little bit and sat about 10 minutes in the burrr—izza cold. Did you know that a 18″ pizza box does not fit in between bus seats? I doubt airplane ones either. I had to sit in the front of the bus by the handicapped area and, boy, was it a full bus for a midnight ride. And I was headed from 7th to 164th with an additional mile or so walk back to my house from that bus stop. I was determined to bring the pizza without anything happening to it. I didn’t even want to eat a slice until I got home. The Mushroom Marauder pizza, is the pizza, for me to eat.
I got a whole freaking pizza for myself to be my primary source of food for my break, waiting on my EBT card that still hasn’t come in– which I am a little confused about. Either way, it was an excellent choice and a good bang for my buck. The toaster oven I got for my housemates is fantastic. I cut the pizza into 16 slices and the oven can hold 3 mini slices. It was ideal. Happy weekend to me, happy belly indeed.
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