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Pizza Party

The Mild Wife and I like food of all sorts. We will happily eat dino nuggets (and I will stand by my assertion that they taste better than the normal nuggets) and mac n cheese with no regrets, even though we also have a soft spot for steak. Sure, everyone likes the nicer things in life, but we don't require those things in order to be happy with a meal. Hell, some of my favorite foods are what you might call "peasant food."

Notably, pizza is on both the Mild Wife and my list of favorite items. We just plain like pizza. I don't think I've ever had a slice of pizza that was so bad that I wouldn't eat it, and I could easily have pizza for two meals a day without tiring of it. Like I said, we like pizza.

This, however, leads to an interesting observation by the Mild Wife: "how come people don't have pizza parties anymore?"

When we were younger, these sorts of gatherings were fairly common for birthdays and other celebrations. Looking back, I imagine it was because the logistics were much simpler that way. Buy four to six pizzas or so, throw in some soda, stock up on paper plates and plastic cups, and you have a party, all ready to go. You could entertain a dozen kids for hours that way.

These days, in our adult lives, people simply don't do that very often. Either you get home cooked meals, which are awesome, or you go out to eat. Within the going out to eat category, there's a lot of variety, so people don't necessarily focus on pizza. Put it this way: how often does someone both invite you to hang out and suggest pizza? It's likely not 100% of the time, and if you have enough options around you, that number starts to drop a lot. So, pizza parties are a rare treat for us.

That made it all the more amusing when we stopped off at some friends' house, and we ordered some pizza. At one point, we looked around, and realized that we were having a bonafide pizza party. The Mild Wife and I giggled, and immediately shared our observation with our friends. A good laugh was had by all.

I somehow doubt that will be the last time we do that.

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