I can’t think of anything exciting to blog about, because, truthfully, nothing very exciting has happened. Wait a minute. Pizza’s exciting! Yesterday, my company announced in a mass email with fallish design an open invitation to a company pizza party at lunchtime today, to be held in one of the various conference rooms on the 2nd floor in the west wing. The catch is, as we chew our Donatos and drain our bottled beverages, a speaker of some sort is scheduled to talk company policy and to drum up morale or something. But who cares, as long as there’s pizza.

Pizza is one of those rare things that crosses all generation and all ages. Small kids get excited about pizza. And although they may not show it as much on the outside, just mention the word pizza, and watch an adult’s eyes light up. Pizza is a party in itself. It’s always acceptable to tack on “party” whenever and wherever pizza is involved - Pizza Party. How’s that for amazing? Try that with any other food, and you will fail.

Now, let me mention something that’s not exciting - my work wardrobe. I think my pants have been through one too many washes. They’re feeling a bit snug. But that’s another issue for another day.

Categories: Food