Pizza Time

I love Pizza. It is by far my favorite food. Last month I decided to start keeping track of how much Pizza I eat, but of course, I needed to spice things up a bit. I told the CoG of my plan and decided that I would count all the slices I eat, and the CoG would guess how many I would eat in a year. Daryl decided to be he keeper of the guess and proclaimed that for the sanctity of the contest, he would not have a guess of his own. After 36 days, I am up to 25 slices. That puts me on pace for 253 slices on the year. That is a healthy number. Stay tuned to Twitter for updates as I try to take pictures of every slice before I eat it.


Back in April, Maxx came up to New York. He had pizza waiting for me when I got home. That led to this excellent email exchange:

Rick: Maxx is a gentleman. I came home and he was waiting for me with a small pie. I thusly had slice #11. Slice 12 might be coming soon
Ostrowe: Bah, I don’t know how you could keep eating after that sumptuous Masters feast we had today
Poppers: Ostrowe stop trying to lead the witness, let the pizza eater behave in his natural state.
Ostrowe: I was more referring to the fact that I thought my stomach was going to burst on the ride home than trying to influence Rick. Not that he could be influenced. His love of pizza knows no bounds. It is as pure as a virgin snow. It is a love that some of us, if we’re lucky, will be able to someday understand, but for now we can only hope.

A Gentlemanly Sky Dive

On Friday, Three Gentleman decided that it was a good idea to jump out of a plane.
They were wrong.
It was a f&#*ing great idea.

Some Notes & Quotes:
We watched a legal video featuring Mr. Belding wearing a fake ZZ Top Beard. Obviously, we could not take this video seriously.

At the end of the video a graphic said: “Please REMBER to fill out all the forms”

The plane we flew in was related to the Enola Gay. One of the South Africans working there told us he had been jumping since 1977, presumably in the same plane.

“Make sure your furniture is in the middle of the room” – Coffee Joe, while tightening the harness on Rick

Sadly, April 30, 2010 will also be known as the death of The Big E. Joyce left him at the Martell’s Tiki Bar. He will be missed.

This video is a prime definition of Orange Head Syndrome

A Gentlemanly Dive from Gentlemanly Productions on Vimeo.