My First Late-Night Pizza Party (by William)

Delicious pizza scents wafted over to our table in Mamma’s Pizza.  I checked my watch, 9:30 p.m.  I tried to watch the Rams losing to the 49ers, but I was too occupied to really focus on the football game.  After 30 minutes of solid waiting for my good friend Anson and the badminton batch to come after the night training, I heard the happy clamoring of the energetic children.  I recognized one voice, which belonged to Anson himself.  Just then, my group of ecstatic looking friends walked into the restaurant.  I greeted them warmly, and our late-night pizza party began!

We sat around a long table and shared delicious pizza, pasta, salad, and garlic knots. Anson’s cousin KZ was the special guest from Singapore.  He kept adding cheese powder and spice to his pizza and the other food.  He would keep adding garnish toppings until nobody could see the outlines of the pizza slices.  Auntie Michele and Uncle Alren kept reminding KZ to stop adding spices using very serious tones of voice.  KZ usually agreed hastily with a mischievous glance at us, and after two minutes of intervals, his sneaky little fingers would slowly reach for spice containers and again, dump excess toppings on his food. We all found KZ’s tricks intriguing and funny.  Auntie explained that KZ was used to the heavy taste in Singapore, but she considered it’s healthier for kids to intake less spices.

After the party, we kids decided to start a trivia game.  Our first topic was song lyrics - Ella read lyrics and made us sing the rest of the song.  I quickly changed the subject of trivia to Star Wars.  The change of subject made my answers ruthless and efficient.  All the people at our table were utterly astounded on how much Star Wars information I possessed.  My mom called those “useless knowledge.”  The trivia games were fun for all the kids, parents, and grandma.
   
I loved my first late-night pizza party and will cherish it forever.  I had never tasted better mom and pop pizza in my life.  Both the white and meat lover pizzas delivered a mouthful of juicy, creamy, and thick flavor.  As I am writing, the tastes still linger in my mouth.  The buttery garlic knots punched my tastes buds with perfect garlic and olive flavors.  Thank you auntie Michele for treating us, and I am looking forward to the next gathering.