To The Love Of My Life

Unless you are pizza, the answer is yes, I can live without you. #SliceSliceBaby

Dear pizza,

in times when I am wilting away, you are there. In times of pure ‘hangry-ness’, you are there. The way you let your grease drip down my arm as I bite down on your doughy base and gooey cheese is the most selfless act I have every experienced.

I like the way you taste at Pizza Hut, the way you have been deep dished, sauced up, and cheesed is utter perfection.

I like the way you taste at Free Toppings when a slice of you has been sitting out under a heat lamp for some time, the way your bottom is crispy and your top is together perfectly. I hate sharing you with the world and I have learned my lesson, I need to be more selfish when it comes to your crispy outside and doughy insides, I love you.

I enjoy the way you taste at Little Caesars, you are always hot and ready, I never have to wait. I also love the way you have been deep, deep dished, wrapped in bacon, and topped with bacon – never change – you are perfect.

I love how thin your crust is at Pizza Express, you make me feel healthy and refreshed…I never feel guilty for ordering all of you to myself.

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I love the way you are personalized just for me at Spin Cafe, you are so freakin’ adorable and just like a new born baby, you are doughy all over.

We have been through so much together I just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you and I can’t wait to have you all to myself again.

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You will always be a pizza me,

-A

My First Italian Wedding was a ‘Successo!’

Am I Italian yet?

After countless shots and other beverages consumed, my evening was somewhat of a blur. My second pair of shoes were left in the car and not needed at all thanks to “drunk-feet” – drinking so much you don’t feel any pain that might be caused by uncomfortable shoes…or maybe the shoes were just hella comfortable. Good job Steve Madden, or should I say good job Sambuca.

There was a water fountain in the lobby with a grand piano where a pianist would play before we went in for dinner – he was on break I guess.

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There was also a fancy little car – clearly not a car person.

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Between the car, the piano, the champagne, shots, and cookies in the lobby, waiting for the reception to start was a breeze!

Matthew did not lie when he said their was going to be a crazy amount of food, those Italians sure can eat! I was pretty crummy at taking pictures so you’re going to need to use your imagination here. I’ll start off with the first plate of food I consumed…which I failed to capture because I was so hungry.

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As you can see from the crumbs, I ate it all much too fast…a collection of calamari, muscles, peppers, baby corn, rice, potato salad, bread, Italian meats and some other nick-nackish foods that I can’t remember right now.

The second serving was the pasta dish, gnocchi and cannelloni – so creamy, so delicious! Honestly if this was the only dish I would have been happy with just that, it really hit the spot.

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But no, it didn’t stop there, that wasn’t even the main dish! Servers came around with chicken, vegetables, potatoes, salmon, and salad…I was already so full but I didn’t want to be rude. So I filled my plate.

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More beverages were consumed, I think there was dancing…I met a boy who out-danced me and thought it was hilarious so he kept doing it. He broke out into the worm, how am I supposed to beat that? If I wasn’t wearing a dress I would have tried…I hate losing, I don’t care if he is 6, I’d say it was an unfair battle.

Dessert was served, cupcakes and fruit, lovely mix.

After that, there was even more dancing…and because we danced so hard we would get thirsty – bless those open bars.

That child kept coming up to me and showing me his dance moves, when I decided we should team up he would just roll his eyes at me as though my moves couldn’t compare. Eventually I broke him down when I showed him the only magic trick I know – the one where you have something small in your hand and you have to make it disappear then reappear in their ear…yes, you know, the trick your creepy uncle would do to you when you were just a child and you would have to awkwardly laugh and act surprised so he would stop bothering you with the lousy trick. Well, it was a hit…too much of a hit because the kid wouldn’t leave me alone…it was fun at first but honestly, I just couldn’t keep up. He kept showing me all the magic tricks he knew which by the way, when he told me to close my eyes, I always peeked…so I knew the trick before it even happened. We danced and had fun but I definitely came to the wedding with someone else…who by the way didn’t rescue me for a good hour. #ThanksForThat

I took zero pictures of the actual wedding but I’d just like to say those Barbadians (Bajans?) on the grooms side sure know how to exude their personalities in their outfits! So much sparkle and sass, I absolutely loved it!! There were bright colours and so much sequence, some of them even wore fancy little hats…I felt under dressed standing next to them. The bride wore a gorgeous dress – I didn’t want to be weird and ask to take a picture with her because we didn’t know each other, instead I just took pictures of her dress.

I like how the skirt was very traditional Italian and the top was more Bajan style with all the fun embellishments – way to go Bride, bringing both sides together.

I had so much fun at the wedding, danced my little heart out, and got to spend time with some pretty amazing people.

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This morning when I woke up I thought I’d never eat again because I was so incredibly full from the night before…I was wrong…

You can’t do Sunday without comfort food and Netflix with your Person. Its been an incredible weekend, Monday is going to suck so hard.

 

-A

 

Who is A?

“Who is this chick?”

To start off I will say; I had nothing to do with Pretty Little Liars.

I could say that I’m different from everyone else and that I have big plans for the world but the truth is, I’m probably just like you. I, like yourself, am a common paper cut survivor, I am an avid napper and enjoy the classic “Netflix and Chill”. I can down a party size pizza to myself in one sitting #PizzaIsLife, I dress as a Princess as a part time job, I workout on my bedroom floor because I refuse to pay for a gym membership, and I have severe and incurable middle-child-syndrom… or maybe I’m just a naive narcissist trying to share my creative life in an uncreative way.

Theres really no structure here, I write about what I like, I’m really just writing what I want to read so when I’m 80 I can look back and say “oh yeah, that was fun” – Food, Fashion, Friends, Family, that weird dream I had last night, and anything else I feel like writing about.

That being said, I can only hope my perception of this world brightens your day in a Creatively Uncreative way as it does for me – see the world as I do through the windows of my face.

 

– A