So this thing happened.
I don't know if you've ever heard of having your own pizza day? But there is, in fact, such a thing. And it's very real. And very cool. And yesterday was mine.
I woke up yesterday morning, not knowing anything about this day. This benevolent March 3rd, holy day of free pizza for only Sydney's. But as I was driving my sleepy and sniffly kids home from a long afternoon at the park, there it was. My name, plastered on the side of a sign. Just yelling at me. SYDNEY! IT'S YOUR DAY!
I said, you're damn straight it's my day, Flying Pie Pizzeria, thank you for noticing.
Then I experienced a profound rush of warm fuzzies as I googled the place immediately.
Turns out, it was my day for a free pizza. Not only a free pizza. But a free pizza for me to toss and slather and sprinkle myself. I called Tyson and told him the good news and his response was, and I quote, freak yeah.
After tucking our babies in bed, we rushed back to the joint with just an hour left before closing.
The place was empty, but when I told the host my name, he yelled to the rest of the staff, GUYS! IT'S SYDNEY! WE HAVE A SYDNEY!
Turns out, I was their only one.
Welcome, to my kingdom.
Here we have the rolling of the free pizza dough.
And the tossing of the free pizza dough.
And the catching of the free pizza dough. Boom still got it.
Ignore my lack of sauce spreading skills. And the flour all over my coat sleeve.
Instead, take note of the three different cheeses that were used in the making of this free pizza.
And cute Sam, who was my pizza spirit guide.
And these arcades that we wandered around while our pizzas cooked.
And my cute date who is forever camera shy.
And these, our finished products, TA-DAAAA!
Happy Sydney Day to me and one and all!
And may you too someday randomly drive by a sign that tells you it's your day for free pizza.