Last night, being Friday Night Pizza Night/Work Sucks Weekend Woo-hoo!, Chris and I went to Wine Steals, a wine bar in our neighborhood. They make really yummy pizzas and, well, have a ton of wine, so we obviously dig the place. Plus, it’s about an eighth of a mile away from where we’ll be tying the knot in just over 161 days, so when we leave, I usually ask Chris to drive by the venue, so I can look at it and go, “Aww, it’s so pretty and OH MY GOD, WE’RE GETTING MARRIED.”
After changing seats three times (guess who wanted to do that), we finally settled in. There was a couple about our age sitting at a table across from us and while the chick was in the bathroom, their pizza was brought over. They had ordered the Pinot Noir pizza, which according to the menu has prosciutto, asiago cheese, and arugula. Chris noticed what pizza kind of they’d gotten and laughed, “Haha, look at that guy’s face, that’s exactly what I looked like when I accidentally ordered that pizza.” It’s a look that can only be described as WHAT IS THIS GREEN SALAD SHIT ON MY PIZZA. When his lady came back and started eating, Chris said he saw the chick say to the dude, “Oh, it’s good for you!” Chris said he couldn’t tell what the dude had said to her first, but that it was probably something along the lines of, “But I thought arugula was just another kind of cheese.” Ah, boys. So silly sometimes.