Poliogue
Poliogue No Pasa Nada Life List Best of About
Heather Barmore
Subscribe by RSS and email Contact Twitter Facebook
This form does not yet contain any fields.
    Change In Action at Babble Voices

    Blog Index
    The journal that this archive was targeting has been deleted. Please update your configuration.
    Navigation
    Sunday
    Aug142005

    For the Love of Pizza Mart

    The first thing in the human personality that dissolves in alcohol is dignity. ~Author Unknown

    How about Friday night? When I walked through Adam’s Morgan with my wet bathing suit on, solely to get to pizza mart-home of jumbo slice pizza.

    I double book myself intentionally. It gives me great opportunity to get together with multiple groups of friends in one night. It also makes up for the fact that I won’t feel as obligated to go out the next weekend. It makes sense that if I went out multiple times the previous weekend I don’t have to go out the next weekend. Regardless, I double booked and used a colleague’s going away party to sit and chat with co workers and drink a bottle of shiraz.

    I enjoy parties and the whole debauchery of it all; the gathering of a group of drunk people out to have a good time. But what I find to be more stimulating is the one on one conversations that I have when drunk. Nothing is kept secret. No stone goes unturned. And I end up drunk and happy. But I digress.

    Back to me and friends drunk and talking about work and my future at my place of employment. Back to me being picked up and placed into a fountain taking shots of whisky. Back to me wondering towards the metro at 12:30 headed for my next engagement.

    With my bathing suit in hand I was ready for a little hot tubbing. Now would be a good time to explain my friend Steph. Steph who hosted this little dress up as your favorite or least favorite republican luau. She believes that going topless in a hot tub is a proper thing to do, and really who am I to disagree. Steph et.al. hot-tubbed, while I drank more and decided to slip in as well (with my bathing suit top on by the way).

    Which leads us to me in Adam’s Morgan with a wet bathing suit on desperately headed towards Pizza Mart. When I’m drunk anywhere near Adam’s Morgan, Pizza Mart is my passion. Gooey giant slices of cheese pizza that I WILL eat without the help of others. So there I was with my wet bathing suit on and a blue polo dress (it possibly looked like I was lactating). Walking through the ghetto of Columbia Heights to Adam’s Morgan in the dark. Alone. For Pizza Mart. Once I got my pizza I headed towards Connecticut Avenue. Of course I’m thinking “It’s late, I’m not going to see anyone I know”. My drunk ass walking down the street stuffing my face with pizza and there I find Graham Murphy, a close friend from High School, also touring Adam’s Morgan. I stopped him. Said hello. And just kept on walking.

    Wet ass and all. But at least I had my pizza.
    « Click on Preferences | Main | Fear of Falling »

    Reader Comments

    There are no comments for this journal entry. To create a new comment, use the form below.

    PostPost a New Comment

    Enter your information below to add a new comment.

    My response is on my own website »
    Author Email (optional):
    Author URL (optional):
    Post:
     
    Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>