It’s What’s For Dinner
Okay, first of all: this photo is not edited in any way and I promise I am not making that up. The pizza really is this big.
Second of all: we keep the name and place of this pizza joint top secret…so if you locals are hoping I let you in on our favorite pizzeria nom nom place, yeah you can forget that.
And that’s my buddy Ryan looking at it longingly, as if to say, “Hello my darling, where have you been all my life.”
You know how your eyes order something bigger than your stomach? Well…we really were this hungry.
And you know how you wrap up a meal with leftovers and say nice things like, “Oh, no—you take the leftovers home. Seriously.” Yeah that was a huge let down because I let him take it home.
Which was probably wiser than putting my hand between that pizza and those teeth.
So I’m going to ask anyway… Where is that place? We’re coming to Vail next week and if its that good…
Okay, FINE! Enough of the interrogation! I can’t STAND it anymore! You’ve broken me. I’ll tell you:
It’s not in Vail.
Hey wait a minute, isnt he your trainer?
No. He’s my friend. We’ve trained together, but never me as a client. That way I can’t sue him for destroying me in the gym.
Oh I see, thats the disclaimer that allows for the diet distraction. What is the definition of IS anyway Bill?