It was time for another going away party (this time for real). Everything for dinner for 27 of my closest friends ;)
14 pizzas, let the dough rise on the table under red napkins while making the sauce, deep and herbaceous.
Sweeping Momo, under newly torn out carpet, out of newly torn down wall. Benjamin Oliver gave me a Topo Chico. Crockett made a table out of things. We snapped together Sport Court.
And when the pizza was done everyone was there and everyone brought champagne and beer and homemade holograms, ceramics, and monochrome Mallplex and dead roses and polaroids and sparkling water.
I wanted to spend an hour thanking each person.
Instead I left the country.