Most Embarrassing Moment #1- The PIzza Story

I mentioned in an earlier post that during our Rick's College Days, Bobby and I used to love to go roller-skating with a group of friends every Monday night and then head over to our favorite hangout Craig-O's. It was a really dumpy restaurant that featured delicious calzones that they called pizza bombs and breadsticks slathered with herb butter and baked with lots of mozzarella cheese on top. It was such a great place. I have so many great memories there. It took me about 2 minutes to walk there from my apartment, so my friends and roommates were there all the time.

We were there so much that I didn't always order food. When you're 18 and the year is 1997, you don't want to spend money on pizza or groceries, you want to spend it on clothes, shoes, shows, and CD's. I only mention this to set the stage for embarrassing moment #1.

It was one of these post-skating gatherings at Craig-O's and I was sitting at a table with a lot of people- mostly Bobby's friends. Bobby and I were not dating yet, just friends (although I was very smitten with him and of course trying to win him over), and I was stuck at the end of the table and I was bored, because I wanted to be sitting next to Bobby, but he was sitting close to the middle of the table. The pizzas at Craig-O's were very large and we would often keep a lookout for unfinished and abandoned pizzas left on tables, so we could make sure the food didn't go to waste... Well, that night I happened to see an empty table with a half-eaten pizza on it. Thanking my lucky stars, I turned to the guys sitting next to me and I told them I was gonna go for it. So I stood up nonchalantly, walked over and in one smooth move had the pizza in my hands and I was on my way back to our table when I hear someone call out from behind me, "Hey!! That's my pizza!!" Until now, noone else besides the two guys sitting next to me knew what was going on, but now Bobby and all his friends were looking at me and laughing along with probably the rest of the restaurant! So I apologize profusely, give the guy his pizza and get the heck out of there. Later that night I stopped in at my friend's house (Royal Crest #305- I love you girls!). I let myself in and find the man who's pizza I stole, sitting on their couch recounting the whole story. He was my friend's ex-boyfriend!! He said, "That's her! That's the girl who stole my pizza!"