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!
Comments
KKO wrote:
liz wrote:
What's with the Quayle stuff?
liz wrote:
Sometimes I'm dense. Boo had to explain the Quayle thing to me. You sir are no Jack Kennedy.
paula wrote:
Don't worry Lizzy, as DQ once said,"The future will be better tomorrow"
lbabs wrote:
A rosa is a terrible to have not wasted.
lbabs wrote:
oh my god, what a horrible sentence to have messed up. thing, insert thing....A rosa is a terrible thing to have not wasted.
Boo wrote:
Yeah, lbabs, that's like my favorite autoreply: "Sent from my BlackBerry. Please excuse any typo's." Classic.
little brother wrote:
I am working on 2 million $ ideas. The first is spellcheck for BlackBerries. The second is a sensor mechanism attached to the BlackBerry that will deliver a small electric shock every time you punch a key at the dinner table. It could also be set to work at church, first dates, you name it!
We're giggling in Irvington. Keep em' coming.