Its Sunday again. Sunday is a day of rest. Its the Lord's Day. A day of recovery. Sunday is the day that I order a pizza and take a nap. I like to wake up and eat and then go right back to sleep. Its awesome. Its really my own version of the American dream.
I like having stuff to do. Really, I do. I like to breathe fresh air. I like to be with friends. I love to try new things and visit new places.
But, I like having nothing to do just as much as I enjoy being busy. I worked all week. I was up late on Friday. I was outside all day on Saturday. I'm entitled to relax a bit. The Purdue tailgating started at about 9:30am yesterday. TAILGATING! Whew. Thats alot of work.
Eating (chips, dips and linked meats)
Sitting (in the sun)
Talking (to people)
Drinking (a few adult beverages)
I threw a football for at least 15 or 20 mins (2 different times)
Dont forget the waiting in line at the port-a-potties (exhausting all on its own)
I ordered HotBox pizza today. I love HotBox. I normally get the "Porky the Pie" but I went with "The Hot Chick" today.
The "Porky" is delicious.
Ham
Sausage
Bacon (lots of crispy crunchy bacon)
I'm talkin' sweet little bits of grease and salt and good-good-lovin-in-my-mouth-kind-of-bacon. Oh, Porky the Pie you are so good to me. Its my "Go To" from HotBox. Its so good that its hard to imagine myself ordering anything else.
Until that one fateful day..Until today...Until I ordered "The Hot Chick". The chick is for chicken and the hot is for spicy.
I mentioned earlier about the American Dream and I mentioned just a bit about having nothing to do. Those 2 things go hand in hand. I think that its really only fair to incorporate Pizza somewhere into that dream. Pizza is the perfect food and has become a staple in our cultural experience. People like different toppings. Yes, thats true. People have different tastes when it comes to crust. Sure, but everyone likes pizza.
The thing that I like the most.
The thing that helps to define pizza as a cultural experience.
The thing that truly sets pizza apart.
The thing that makes OUR pizza American is how we get it.
"Yes, I'll hold." I said calmly into the phone as I have hundreds of times before. And I waited patiently for the voice to return.
The voice came back with purpose. The part-time teenaged professional offered an apology for the wait and asked the question we both knew he would.
"Will this be pick-up or delivery?" he said and I tried not to laugh.
Did he not know what today was? Did he not remember where we were?
"Its Sunday and this is America", I said. "Bring me my fucking pizza!"
"Do you think I am going to leave my house?" I said as venomous sarcasm dripped from my mouth.
"Do you think I am going to get in the car? Let me answer for you. I have no intentions of driving 1.9 miles and wasting 5 minutes of my time (EACH WAY) and coming to you for my pizza."
I know it would be cheaper. All these pizza places have delivery charges. Some even have higher delivery prices and you should always tip the driver, but I don't care.
I consider my cell phone a "Magic Pizza Lamp". They know who I am and where I live when I call. They even know my last order. All I have to do is give it a rub and a pizza will appear at my door in 45-60 mins.
I really liked the idea of ordering "The Hot Chick" over the phone even though I knew there wouldn't be any women on my pizza. I didn't mind the taste considering the plentiful and extremely likely amounts of spit or other special sauces on my 'zza.
Sleep then pizza.
Sleep then pizza.
I will wake up tomorrow and probably have another slice for breakfast. I might even pack some for lunch at work. Dreams do come true. It's just that now I dream of "The Hot Chick."
Footnote: I always title my blog before I start writing. I then spend and hour or so trying to make it back to where it started. Its the first field so it makes sense to me. This blog was intended to make its way toward fantasy football and those sorts of dreams. The pic at the top was selected as a fantasy scene. Again, it was intended to be related to a virtual sports experience. I couldn't find a unicorn pic that I liked. I dont know how I got here. I blacked out from too much pizza I guess. Time for a nap.
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