Anyway, I went back to sleep because I knew I would be eating pizza with my friend Blake in a few hours and I wanted to make sure I made it to meet him. When I awoke again at 1pm, I realized in talking to my roommate that I was still quite drunk. This concerned me slightly because it occurred to me that I would have to deal with a hangover some time down the line, although that thought didn't concern me for very long because I was enjoying being drunk.
When I got out of the subway at 77th Street an hour or so later to meet Blake, I was still somewhat tipsy and told him so. "You are walking with a bit of an added swagger, aren't you?" he observed. One of the reasons I like hanging out with Blake is that I feel the need to articulate myself well and never be lazy with my vocabulary when he's around. Not in a way where he puts me on the spot or I feel nervous or anxious, but he's a smart, well-spoken guy, and draws it out of me. It is something I relish when we spend time together and that I appreciate about our friendship.
Sadly, none of that was present on Monday, because I was still drunk from the night before and he had spent days locked up in his house writing and so we were both just acting CRAZY. And though we did talk a LOT while we walked around and ate, I realize that, while all of our conversation was informative and worthwhile (I learned about the Dixie Chicks, Blake learned about Beyonce), very little of it was about pizza, as is apparent from my sparse notes.
Delizia, the first pizzeria we visited, did not help us find our Critic's Voices. Both this place and the slice they served us were both SO BORING.
My notes from this pizzeria in their entirety:
- flimsy & sweet
- i have nothing to say about this slice, it is terribly boring.
Delizia 73 - $2.26
1374 1st Avenue
New York, NY 10021