Pizza with a side of Embarrassment

Tonight my dorm had a pizza party as a 'get to know your neighbors' event.
I went down, plate in hand, ready for some good old fashioned (and might I add free) pepperoni.
The pizza was late.
Not so horrible, I socialized, met some new people (and was surprised by the large number of children that reside in the dorm.) I mostly hung out with the people I've already met and hung out with.

The pizza arrived, delivered by a hot pizza guy (seriously--WHY are all the guys in England so attractive?) and to my...dismay? Surprise? Shock?
Let's go with surprise.
To my surprise, these were no mere common pizzas. Nay! Grayson Heights is far too posh for a simple pepperoni and cheese. We had peppers and pepperoni, eggplant and feta cheese and sausage, chicken and pineapple.
To my delight, however, the pizza was actually pretty good. And I got to spend some time talking to some other people about Harry Potter, Doctor Who, South Park, Jersey Shore and Hoarders.
Always a good time when you're talking about television.

The slightly embarrassing part of the evening was when the drinks arrived: glass bottled Coca-Colas.
Delicious? Yes. Awesome? Obviously. The problem: they require a bottle opener.

Anyone who knows me, knows I'm not a big drinker. Alcohol has never really been my thing. So while I'm here (and it's legal) I think I've probably had 2 drinks.
At home, I don't drink much either.
What all this comes down to, is that I'm not very familiar with drinking culture and I don't know names of different kinds of drinks and I don't know how to open a beer with a bottle opener, because I've never done it before.

Well...the dutch guy had a bottle opener.
And though I protested, the group gathered around me to watch me struggle for two minutes as I tried to pry the damn lid off the top of the Coke bottle.
Lack of familiarity with bottle openers and my low upper arm strength made it a tad embarrassing. Once I finally managed to pry the top off, my flatmate said condescendingly, "Congratulations, you're an adult."
I laughed, pretending I was jokingly British as I responded "Sod off."


A good meal is nice, a free meal is better. And I had a nice pizza night, despite the little set back.