Today was the first day that really felt like summer around here. It got above 90, which is really unusual at any time, but especially strange since it has been loitering in the 60’s up until now.

The pizza party seems to have been a success. Ten people came and ate pizza. I made about five pizzas all together. Everyone wanted pepperoni and cheese, about half wanted mushrooms and peppers, and one wanted everything, which included onions and pineapple, and was disappointed I didn’t have any olives to put on.

Nobody really wanted to play any games. I’m disappointed that pretty much everyone wanted to come and treat me like a free pizza parlor. Some even came in to give me an “order” before going back out to the pool.

I served Country Time strawberry lemonade, and that was well-received. I think anything cold would have been fine.

Everyone wanted to take home their leftovers. That was fine, though I was a smidgen disappointed in the one who wanted to take his entire pizza home.

I was so busy cooking pizza after pizza that I didn’t really have much time to visit and really get to know people. Although I like cooking, it wasn’t much of a party for me. It almost felt like a job. But not only am I not being paid, I actually paid for the ingredients to feed all these people.

I don’t think I thought this through well enough.

I need to find a way to minimize costs on this if I’m going to do it again. Also streamline my time better. Cooking one pizza at a time kept me tied too closely to the kitchen. I need something I can serve all at once, like a casserole.

Most people were quite nice. One kid, about 11, was a real brat. His parents were not with him. I had no way to make him leave when he became disruptive. I’ll talk to the apartment manager about him tomorrow to see what could be done.

Towards the end of the evening I did manage to sit with some folks. The guy there was flirting with me a lot. I don’t mind the flirting, but it seems odd. He seems like a nice enough guy, but I was far too busy to flirt back even if I’d wanted to. I don’t know whether he’s really as nice as he seems, or whether he’s just buttering me up because he likes women to think he’s nice. We’ll see I guess.

Nobody offered to help me clean up at all. I don’t know why that makes me feel so sad. They probably couldn’t have helped anyway. But I feel sad they didn’t want to stay and at least offer, or keep me company, or something. That last bit made the whole thing feel more like a job than anything else. Even the guy who flirted left me to go walking after the meal was over.

I don’t know how I feel about this, really, or whether I can fix the things that feel wrong. I’m not sure about this goal at all anymore. It needs tweaking, to say the least.