Pizza, pesto, perfect company!

There is something that needs to be said about Saturdays without alcohol. I don’t know very many people who, when in their drinking prime, prefer NOT drinking during the weekend. So after weekends of hangovers and cursing that drasted bottle of Old Monk the morning after, the girls and I decided to spend a muggy Saturday evening minus the alcohol.

Calls after frantic calls, messages after messages and the plan of action was decided. We decided to leave the boys to their devices and what they do best (nights at Gandhinagar Club discussing the most inane topics ever…yes, yes I enjoy doing that too) and head out for some ‘Girl’ time and a quiet dinner instead.

So off we trotted, three musketeers to a nearby pizza place with an absurd sounding name and sat down with a hot glass of lemon tea as we chatted (read gossip and bitch) about everything under the sun. Now a friend of ours has recently had a baby and since she does not get much time just chilling with us, we put her hubby on diaper duty and kidnapped her for a couple of hours. That he passed the buck to his poor, unsuspecting mum and scooted to meet the boys is another matter altogether!

Orders placed (a vegetable extravaganza pizza for me, an all meat combo ironically called ‘Redemption’ for my friend and a pesto pizza for the other), we got talking, between occasional nicotine breaks, about what life had come to mean for all of us. The ‘just been baby boomed’ one complained about lack of anytime for herself, the ‘married’ one pondered on how hers was an unconventional marriage (without nagging in-laws – yes they make those) and I wondered when I would eventually, if ever, tie the knot.

It was at this time that the steward politely came and told us to get back to the table as our pizzas were getting cold. One bite and we were transported to la-la land. Never ever have I tasted a pesto so fresh, the all meat pizza was generously topped with every kind of meat possible and the thin crust was baked to perfection. Our steward even got us extra dipping sauces, parmesan and olive oil to drizzle on our delicious pies.  Sigh! If only it were not all going to the hip!

Did it burn a hole in our pockets? No, not really at all. Sufficiently stuffed, we decided to continue our late night soiree with a glass of ice-cold lemon tea and conversation. As for dessert, well since the joint we went to had no panna cotta, we satisfied our sweet tooth discussing dishy dudes we all fancied!A Saturday well spent? You betcha! Maybe next time, I'll just carry a hip flask or a premix!