Quitters Never Win

Last month’s Pizza Club started with a whisper and a prayer. The specifics of the event are somewhat fuzzy, as I started consuming adult beverages early and often. We brought a couple Pizza Club noobs with us, Pete and Sarah, but that was alright, because someone other than myself could drive. There was an intended Pizza venue, and it may have been called “Pizza Pie and I” — but this is all merely conjecture, as we drove past the edifice, and there were absolutely no evidence that a Pizza place had ever even existed there. Our first clue, perhaps, should have been the fact repeated dialings offered up only a message saying that the phone had been disconnected, whatever the fuck that means.

Fortunately, we had a backup plan, and it was in full effect! We were to get our hippie on, over at Galactic Pizza. Fabled for its electric cars, and delivery men garbed in super hero outfits. We were hoping that while they planned out their fantastical and whimsical marketing scheme, they didn’t leave out delicious Pizza. The interior was pretty small, and tables weren’t easy to get, since there were five of them. We managed to hover over a group, and got them to leave before they were ready. Pizza Club isn’t just out for Pizza, we’re on a god damned mission. Reading the menu, we learned about Galactic Pizza’s own mission, and it had something to do with renewable energy, and local ingredients, and possibly making some Pizzas. Our order was in, and I think there were four Pizzas, chicken alfredo, pepperoni and sausage, something that had vodka in it, and another a bbq chicken Pizza.

There were eight of us, and four Pizzas; you know they were all destroyed. I managed to eat a little of all the types, here’s how it broke down:

1.) Pepperoni and Sausage — this classic, well, it’s a classic, and it never lets me down.

2.) Pizza alla Vodka — it has prosciutto, and basil. Plus vodka!

3.) “The Alamo” — bbq chicken, it was decent, not the best I’ve ever had.

4.) chicken alfredo — being a traditionalist, it’s hard for me to really get behind something as goofy as a Pizza that’s really a Pasta. I was willing to give it a chance, but for now I say, leave the Pasta in the bowl, and the Pizza in my belly.

Overall, the Pizza was good, but not stellar. One high note for Galactic was it was incredibly cost effective. Four Pizzas were ordered, and the total cost was quite reasonable.

The good and or bad news perhaps, is that there were cameras involved. I’m not precisely sure who’s idea that was, but again, I had been drinking. If you want to feel like you’re really a part of it, see them here.

The Pizza Club After Party, or PCAP, was not as jovial as they often are. It seemed that people were tired, and or quitters, myself included. Adro seemed ready to rock the party like a clockwork party, but it’s difficult to party alone. I like to think that the Pizza Clubbers are saving it up, for this coming month’s gathering.

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