pizza, pizza, pizza

My blog this morning is about Pizza, yep, everything is a story for me. How can you have a story about pizza, you may be wondering and then, who even cares? Well… I felt the same way.  A sign-up sheet in the clubhouse in my over-55 park here in Az. caught my attention. It was a going away afternoon pizza party for all of us winter visitors getting ready to go back home.

The signup sheet was there for quite a while, and I was not interested. My manfriend didn’t care to go either. When I went to my regular card/samba Thursday evening I was told I wasn’t signed up.  We need to sign up for cards here, and I go every Thursday and Sunday evening. My man friend works graveyard and sleeps in the evenings before going to work, so my evenings are free.

I enjoy playing cards and had signed up for all the appropriate dates. Well meantime, a new sheet was added with the April dates, and guess who wasn’t on it? My fault for not looking, but putting the dates up is usually a haphazard affair, and I thought I had signed them all. So there I was, no cards for me and my evening free. The men also play poker on Thursday evening and offered me a chair to play, but I didn’t have any nickels with me.

On my way out I looked at the bulletin board again and saw the going-away pizza party for Sunday afternoon and decided on a whim to attend. This would be something to keep me away from packing, which I hate. An hour or so later, at home, I was checking my social media site (and not packing) and saw the social media site for my park. They had put up a big red background notice, the going-away party was for PAID UP social club members only.

Mea Culpa, I had not read the whole thing; had I read it, I would have seen where it said “paid up social club members only.” I just saw going-away pizza party for our winter visitors. I was a social club member for over ten years here, up until Christmas, but decided not to renew my membership.

It was the principle that if you are not a paid-up (15.00) social club member, you cannot attend social club events unless you pay 10.00. I disagree with this, and I think everyone should be included in what’s happening in our park. Long story short, I apologized online and then took my name off that list. Being a long-time member, hosting events, teaching classes, and doing fun things, I have done my share of events and never turned anyone away. I also paid for pretty much all of them. (my choice)

We need a social club to legitimize our weekly bingo, but other than that, let’s be more accommodating to everyone. If we need money for stuff, then “Fun-raisers” is the way to go. This gets everyone involved and a great way to raise money and get everyone involved. So now to my story and why I felt the need to expose all this shit. You think that when you get old, these petty instances will go away, well, it doesn’t. Sooooooo no pizza for me! Well, my man showed up yesterday to take me out for a late lunch after he attended Card Bingo in the clubhouse.

I didn’t attend because I had been banned. Seems the caller saw me cheating at this boring as hell game and banned me from ever going again. BTW this was the start of my anti-social club views. Well, all that is pure BS, and I’m not a cheater, the three-dollar pots, although very enticing, are not even worth it. I went to keep my man company and kibbitz with the other players, I’m a people person.

I don’t need to make stuff up because life in my lane never gets boring, and if it did, I would have nothing to write about. So my man picks me up to take me out to eat at Da Boyz for PIZZA! I love their pizza and it’s a beautiful afternoon, and it gets me away from packing… Yessss. He is very thoughtful and I appreciate him a lot.

We order our pizza and enjoy the ambiance outside in the courtyard in Old Town Yuma. They bring out our pizza which is totally screwed up from what we ordered, so they take it back. As we visit and are enjoying each other’s company, the waiter comes out and apologizes again for the second screwup. hmmmm …

Long story short, ya, it’s really long, sorry/not sorry. Our pizza is finally delivered to our table with the compliments of the owner also… “dessert is on the house as well.” The owner even came out and apologized for the total mix-ups happening in the kitchen. The pizza is delicious, as is the company I’m with :  )

So the moral of the story is …. I get to have my pizza and eat it too, isn’t this a great ending to this story? Now it’s time to get back to packing ….

oh and the dessert … yummmmmmm

Copyright April 6th, 2025