We Eat Out

It was the evening after Thanksgiving. We, along with family and friends, were outside around a campfire (with gypsy music playing in the background). Someone said.."pizza anyone?". We said yes, so we headed downtown on Liberty to Mellow Mushroom. Angie Baby was visiting from Philly. She was very excited to be in Savannah with her family. Angie Baby was talking, the Italian way, with words and hands when all of a sudden a sneeze escaped her. In her effort to cover her mouth, her hand flung out and knocked over a tall glass of soda, right into Joey T.'s lap. He's no Sponge Bob, so when he got up, it looked like the poor guy needed Depends. Regarding the pizza:

Mr. Fettucini: Ms. Goulash and I shared a Pesto Pizza. It was good. Mellow Mushroom is a pizza chain. You go there for the pizza but not the atmosphere. I prefer to hear Dean Martin singing That's Amore in the background but at Mellow Mushroom, we got Bob Dylan non-stop and very loud, so loud that it drowned out my expletive adjectives that I incorporate into my conversations. Now, what the .... fun is that!

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I enjoyed the pizza. Our companions were fun and the loud music drowning out Mr. Fettucini and his expletives did not distress me at all.

Rating: 1 - 5 I. O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

Mellow Mushroom: 3 I. O.'s