Let’s talk pizza. Eewy gooey cheese, chewy crust, tangy toppings, spicy sauce. That’s how I like my pizza.
Now let’s talk friends. Boisterous, hilarious, generous, inspiring, infectious givers of love, laughter and really good times. That’s how I like my friends.
Now let’s talk pizza & friends… ‘cuz that’s how I like my Friday nights. Last night being a perfect example of eewy gooey cheesy infectious friends, really good times, and really good pizza. Homemade pizza.
Crowd 10 friends into a kitchen, give them flour, dough, toppings, and cheese — lots of cheese — get the vino flowing and the IPAs bubbling, and guess what happens…
People get silly, people get tipsy, people get full and happy, mini polaroids get taken, pizza failures turn into calzone success stories, dough starts flying through the air, flour handprints end up in strange places, and suddenly Jimmy Kimmel is on the big screen asking parents to play cruel jokes on their children — like eating all of their halloween candy & giving them terrible Christmas presents.
I tell you, there are few funnier things than watching a kid unravel at the sight of a half eaten sandwich, sent with love from Santa. As long as it’s not your kid, because an up-close-and-personal encounter with a temper tantrum is a scary, scary sight. I know this because I stole a kids halloween sack this year.
Nah, I didn’t really do that. But if I did, Jimmy Kimmel would probably want me to tape it for the sick pleasure of the general viewing public. What’s your deal with asking parents to torture their children Jimmy? Keep it up, I laugh my face off every time.
After the laughter and the foosball, when the last hot and heavy pizza stone is lifted from the oven and the eating comes to a halt, people get sleepy around a bonfire. One by one, friends say their goodbyes, they hug and high five, and promise to do it again next Friday.
