What a Day

I spent the day making pizza from scratch.  Holy crap it takes so much time to make the dough.  I don't usually make pizza for anyone.  In fact it's very rare, and the few people I have made it for seemed to like them.  I have to say, my skills have improved.
Anyway, I went to a writer christmas party thing tonight.  A few weeks ago I opened my big mouth and said I would make the pizza for the party.  Originally, I was going to make 4 pizzas, but realized that would take way too damn long, so, I said no.
I was pretty surprised when the pizza was gone in an instant.  At first no one went to it, until one guy came over and grabbed a slice.  I told him I made it from scratch.  He then said, "You made this from scratch?  This is pretty good."
Then other people came by and took it up fast.  I only had one slice.  It was crazy!  Even at the end of the party people were coming up to me asking about the pizza.  Even the people that didn't get a chance to have any came up to me and asked about it.  Even people that showed up late to the party and didn't see it asked about it!
Damn!  Maybe I should start my own pizza business.
Nah.  I think the joy of making it would be lost if I did that.

Then, during the party, I held conversations with people that are pretty damn smart.  It was kind of weird to be in a house full of writers.  How egotistical we can be.  Then again, some very great conversations about books were running around.  I met a woman from Romania, and brought on memories of my small time spent there.  It's been a long while since I've spoken to people about books.  It felt very good.  Yes, very good.