I was worried because I am friends with the Pizza People. And I love pizza. And it is hard to find good pizza. I mean I am impossible to satisfy. So when I finally came to visit in Arizona I was worried. What if it wasn't any good? What would I say? Would I lie? Yes, I would definitely lie. But I didn't want to lie. I wanted their pizza to be good.
As it turns out, it didn't really matter. The pizza was awesome. I mean really really awesome. It was a relief. But also a let-down because I was only in town for the weekend and then I had to go home again and now I can't eat this pizza. I miss it. I might miss it more than I miss my friends.
Now I have a new dilemma. I want to go back to Arizona, but only to eat more of their pizza. Do I lie and tell them I am there to see them and just hope they give me some pizza?