The pizza here, made with real mozzarella cheese, was much superior to the pizza I had last weekend, which was made with emmental cheese, i.e. Swiss, i.e. gross. Both pizzas were served with the option of mustard, ketchup, and hot sauce. Only the ketchup actually tasted as it should (America!), but then I realized I was eating pizza with ketchup, so that was the end of that.
(Currently on the sound system: Rock Around the Clock remixed with various Elvis tunes, followed by Fleetwood Mac. Time, you're confusing me.)
Now that this weekend's pizza has surpassed last weekend's pizza, I hope that the prostitutes I saw last weekend, who mostly just seduced themselves by dancing in Electric Slide formation in front of a mirror at an Atlantic City-esque bar called Calypso, will similarly be outshone by whatever tonight has to offer. I expect the Cha Cha Slide in Vegas.
The future: where Dippin' Dots are the ice cream of the present, and ice cream is the ice cream of the past.
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