Important Stuff

I guess I could blog about the debt ceiling, about how an artificial number with an artificial deadline could cause the economy to tank. I guess I could blog about how three members of the New Hampshire Executive council shut down planned parenthood while making pithy asides about how all politics are local. I guess I could blog about how a candidate, a serious republican candidate for president, signed a pledge that included wording the suggested that many black children were better off under slavery. I guess I could blog about those things, or maybe I could blog about something important.

Beach Pizza, Yeah!

Mmmm! beach pizza!

The summer is here, the world is going to hell in a hand basket, but there is always beach pizza. A delicious creation that can only be found along the sandy stretch of ocean front between the Merrimac River and Rye Beach, NH. Plus Lawrence. At first glance it looks like a sicilian slice that someone forgot to put cheese on. Then you pick it up and you realize that it's thin like New York style pizza. Then you bite it for the first time and you say, "Meh, big deal". Then you keep eating and suddenly you realize you will be a slave to beach pizza for the rest of your life. The future will find you on an icy February Tuesday cruising the boulevard for a fix.  Oh beach pizza, you are truly a treat for the down-trodden. Your sparse cheese, always add the slice of provolone, crispy crust, and simplicity make you both unique and universal. A food of the people.

It's a recent Sunday, ok last Sunday. You are having a cold adult beverage, ok I was, at the Upper Deck with some friends. It's Salisbury beach so you, yeah I did I'm not proud of it, start counting the tramp stamps on the boulevard.

Gratuitous girl picture to jazz up the blog.

The Salisbury beach house band is in full swing.

Jabba the Hut is nowhere to be seen.

It's hot, the PBR's in the 16 ounce cans are going down smooth, you feel an urge to buy a trailer home or watch NASCAR, because even though everything is perfect you need something more, then you glance across the street and low and behold...

Right next to each other! There is a God!

Now as hard as it is to disengage from the icy cold PBR's, as much as you want to share a meaningful experience with the 40 year old waitress that's dressed in biker boots and a leather bikini (wow, you could make a suitcase out of that skin. Excessive tanning sure makes a woman look good), as much as you want to wait for your selection of "Afternoon Delight" to play on the juke box, you know you need a slice.

I'm a proud Tripoli guy. Sauce is a little sweeter than Christy's, which was why Mark likes it better. Ally broke the tie with...Yes Tripoli's! High five, the woman has good taste. In the end I go for 3 slices with extra (provolone remember?). It's hard to believe that anything could be more important, Damn you debt ceiling, and pruned up bikini woman is still serving PBR's right from an ice bucket. The traffic is going to be killer, the sun's going down, what could be more important.