I can smell a pizza party. Someone in my building is having one and I can totally smell it. Now I am sitting here, mentally dissecting the fundamentals of Pizza Parties and their social implications.

It smells of awkward ‘ooooh, the pizza’s here and I can smell it but nobody’s eating yet, I guess I’ll just eat my own hand.’ It smells like middle school and soccer practice*. It smells of warm Pepsi and forced conversation and ‘yayyyyy Pizza Partyyy!!!’

It smells like America.

America.

See what I did there?

*Yeah right, like your soccer team didn’t have pizza parties? Yeah they did. Fatty.*

* I didn’t really mean it, and I’m sorry.