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i'm alone now for the first time in forever. before i left work i called the pizza place.
"two pizza's for carry out please. 16" one chicken fajita, and one supreme. oh and a 6 piece hot wings. thanks."
rush hour in moscow means i have to wait at least a whole minute when i want to make a left turn to get to the pizza place. two for one pizzas carry out, every day. 25.95 later, i'm on my way home. i pull into the driveway and my neighbor says hello, and i say hello back. it makes me feel like a real adult, parking in a driveway and waving hello to my neighbor.
because i'm alone, i down the 6 hot wings over the sink before washing my hands, piling some pizza onto a plate, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge, and balancing it all up the stairs.
and since i'm alone, i sit in my room at my computer eating pizza without pants, with the fan turning overhead.
this reminds me of being in marching band, when the sousaphone players would have random freaky no pants fridays, where they would run around all practice with no pants on. i never did understand they complete lack of control that was exerted on the sousaphones and drum line. it was like it was the cool club of people who could do anything, and say anything.
a coworked texted me saying he was gonna play sand volley ball tomorrow. the usual dilemma of whether to go or not has been churning in my head all afternoon. but i think i should go get some more pizza to wash down with my last beer. after all, that's what being alone is all about. i wish i had taken the koreans to a pizza joint and bought them a round of beer. i regret not thinking of that.
"two pizza's for carry out please. 16" one chicken fajita, and one supreme. oh and a 6 piece hot wings. thanks."
rush hour in moscow means i have to wait at least a whole minute when i want to make a left turn to get to the pizza place. two for one pizzas carry out, every day. 25.95 later, i'm on my way home. i pull into the driveway and my neighbor says hello, and i say hello back. it makes me feel like a real adult, parking in a driveway and waving hello to my neighbor.
because i'm alone, i down the 6 hot wings over the sink before washing my hands, piling some pizza onto a plate, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge, and balancing it all up the stairs.
and since i'm alone, i sit in my room at my computer eating pizza without pants, with the fan turning overhead.
this reminds me of being in marching band, when the sousaphone players would have random freaky no pants fridays, where they would run around all practice with no pants on. i never did understand they complete lack of control that was exerted on the sousaphones and drum line. it was like it was the cool club of people who could do anything, and say anything.
a coworked texted me saying he was gonna play sand volley ball tomorrow. the usual dilemma of whether to go or not has been churning in my head all afternoon. but i think i should go get some more pizza to wash down with my last beer. after all, that's what being alone is all about. i wish i had taken the koreans to a pizza joint and bought them a round of beer. i regret not thinking of that.