I think to myself, how stereotypical it is. A six pack of bottled beer in one hand and a pizza in the other. I also think of how the city is very much not the way it usually is. Snow piled up taller than most people. Ice over a foot thick that I commute over. For most of my meals I’ve been cooking since I haven’t left the building. But now, tonight, I’m done with cooking and it’s time for some pizza and beer.
And I’m okay with that.