Party in Your Mouth

So today we went to Cici's. And as always, it was sweet. They played the same crappy music that gets forever jammed into the inner-workings of your brain, and refuses to come out, so all you are left with is a stomach full of pizza and a song like "Ring My Bell," replaying in your mind. It's sweet. They have to coolest people there too. You have the guy and his wife that come there every Saturday around 3:00, and holy crap, do they know how to party. We'll call him Dwayne. Dwayne knows how to get things done. He knows what he likes, and he works it out. Dwayne is the guy that orders a whole taco pizza just for him. He has to use a fork to make sure that all of that lettuce, cheese and tomato stays on the slice from the pan to the mouth. You don't want to miss out on any of that action. You go, Dwayne. Meanwhile, Dwayne's wife, let's call her Kathy (with a K.) Kathy has a smattering of everything spread over three or four plates, and while Dwayne is working on his own pie, Kathy is sampling it all. These two are serious. Don't even mess. Then you have my favorite guy there. We'll call him Charlie. Now Charlie brings a smile to my face just thinking about it all because Charlie has mastered the art of the buffet. Charlie is the guy that realizes he is hungry for pizza around 1:57 p.m.. What does Charlie do? Charlie rounds up the wife, and heads to Cici's. Why? Because Charlie can get a plate full of pizza and a huge coke for the low price of $7.23. That's a total of $14.46 for Charlie and the wife. Can life get better? Charlie begs to differ. Upon entering, Charlie carefully, and meticulously bypasses the salad bar, (Who has time for that crap?) as well as the pasta bar, and heads right for the table with the 16 different selections of pizza. Charlie carefully places 16 pieces of pizza onto two plates, and rocks it back to his seat. On his way back to his seat, Charlie glares down all of the innocent guests who cannot help but stare at this awesome hunk of manhood with his towering plates of pizza. Watch out. His glare seems to say, "I like pizza. Don't mess with me." It was awesome, and I laughed out loud. And I wanted to be friends with Charlie. This is what happens at Cici's. Now you know. Thank you, and goodnight.