free-dom to do, freedom to choose

Well yesterday was a pretty cool day. Mom and I were looking at a few houses around the area for her and dad to possibly buy. Afterward we stopped at my old place of employment, The Fare, to pick up a six pack. Beth decided on BL Lime, which she prefers over Miller Chill. Not as much lime.

We brought the beer back to my house and drank, where else but on the porch. A few people called me while we were out there. "What are you doing?" "Oh, just on the front porch, drinking beers with my mom."

Later, much much later, after a bike ride downtown yelling "Sláinte" the whole way, I ended up back on my front porch, with different people. A late-night phone call to Gino's went something like this:
"I have a coupon, I would like a pizza with extra cheese and onion."
"Okay."
"When will it be ready?"
"When can you get here?"
"I can literally see you from my front porch as we speak."
"If you come now, you might not need your coupon. A drunk, rich guy is here buying everyone food."

Immediately I hang up the phone and Jessie, Marcie and I book it across the parking lot to Gino's, where said rich man paid for our pizza. Nothing like sharing the wealth.

We devoured the pizza like lions. It was the best tasting thing I've ever experienced, and more importantly a great night spent with the people I love.