Thursdays with Rosa: The Quayle Sessions
OK, here's the drill. It's Thursday. It's Phoenix. It's Pizzeria Bianco.
It's also hot. About 113 degrees kind of hot. Get in your car after work and it's 126 degrees kind of hot. So we talk to this guy. He's Chuck.
He serves cream ale. It's good.
Very good. Jeff likes it.
This is Michael. You might remember him from such photographs as this one, which I took last week. (Sorry, I couldn't pull off a good shot of him tonight.)
But let's get right to Rosa, shall we? Here's Dave. He's gallant—always happy to bring her to us.
Let the drooling begin ...
We also ordered a margarita pizza with mushrooms and onions. If Rosa weren't so delectable I'd swoon over Marge, but she's kind of the less attractive, less successful, older sister that gets looked over. Sad. True. But come on, don't look at me like that. You all know what I mean.
Alas, my one true love is Rosa:
I order Rosa.
I eat Rosa.
If my lust weren't so forbidden (and troubling) I might propose to Rosa.
But you, Miss Margarita. You are no Rosa.
Sorry, I plead temporary insanity. It must be the heat, but we're back now ...
Until next week!