A somewhat unusual assortment of good friends came over for Pizza Night last night. It was chaos--everyone crammed into the kitchen, cooking and chopping and eating and drinking and carrying on several different conversations at once.
We made a Mexican pizza (hot sauce instead of pizza sauce, and cheddar instead of mozzarella), and a Hawaiian pizza but with turkey instead of ham because the deli made a mistake. GirlChild made a rosemary-potato pizza that was heavenly. It was all pretty yummy. And we made Ugly Cake for dessert, which was just pure evil.
And then they kidnapped me and forced me to play Rock Band. It was a riot. I will draw a veil over how much alcohol was consumed. But we had an excellent time mocking my hopelessly inept performance on guitar (they only let me try that once!) and slightly more ept performance on drums. Everyone else did an outstanding job, of course. Frankly, I monopolized the microphone and had a great time doing so--even on the songs I didn't even know and accordingly failed.
I feel that the next time I play it I should dig out some of those absurd outfits from my days in the band... And there will be a next time, because that was just way too much fun.