Blackjack pizza last night (and Schilling 90, Twisted Pine Blonde, Dale's Pale Ale, uh, lost track after that). I used to love Little Caesars pizza, which I'm not sure it exist out here. I spent a month in Italy for a chip timing company I used to work with and had an open tab at a fine little restaurant in Piazza del Erbe in Montova (situated roughly between Veniza and Milano). The folks in that quaint northern Italy town were amused by my ability to eat two pizzas. They were about the size of one slice of an American large pizza. I eventually got into the swing of things and learned: 1. do not ever eat while walking down a sidewalk in public. 2. eat small portions more often (goes for the tiny caffeinated drinks too) . 3. savor life in each, small morsel (this was troublesome when it came to beer and wine).
Anyway, back to pizza, I love pizza, all of it. I do favor the deep dish versions like Chicago's Gino's East but am open to being friends with all versions of pie.
On the goal front, based on a post from a few days ago, I have been wearing a watch on runs and I replaced the headlamp in my car (I'm embarrassed at how inexpensive and easy it was. I was worried that like everything else on that car, it would be molto costoso. Ah, the language goal. I have looked into classes and I think Italian is the way to go. Bellissimo! Now I can wander around annoying people like the guy in "Breaking Away" blurting out Italian phrases...