Round and round it goes. Where it might stop now one knows. This could apply to many things in life. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell a tale about spin the bottle. Rather, I am going to spin a tale about sharing pizza with family.
Pizza today came in the form of Chinese food. I know you’re thinking I’ve lost my sense of cuisine geography (which really isn’t a far stretch of the imagination. I have no sense of direction or spatial recognition). But today, I was exactly where I was meant to be— celebrating a birthday with family at a Chinese restaurant.
We ordered many plates of food. They overtook the table really. Fortunately, the owner was a genius and had a huge lazy susan in the middle of the table. You could spin it until your desired dish appeared before you. Thus, eliminating the awkward task of serving. Instead of playing a heated game of hand twister trying to grab for what you want, a little turning and bam, chop suey. We ate, we laughed, and we ate some more. I told the waiter we were celebrating a birthday in hopes of having him embarrass the birthday girl. It didn’t happen, no loud banging or singing, but my husband turned red at the mere hint of it. Therefore, I still call it a victory.
We shared our plans for the week and reminisced on birthdays past. We teased (yes, my husband is still recovering from the possibility of having the birthday broadcast through out the restaurant), we giggled and we celebrated. It was an ideal afternoon. The only thing that was missing was fortune cookies. It’s ok though, I discovered my own fortune—pizza is shared best with family.
