The Great Pizza War

It started over a piece of pizza and ended with people screaming at each other so loudly that the staff had to come over to ask them to calm down.

This was with my friend Allan, a brilliant physicist who has remained close to his working class Glasgow roots. He knows on a first-name basis all the campus police and staff, the people everyone else largely ignores.

We were awaiting the return of family friends, the Brumbaughs, to return to the class of 59 tent. A female friend Allan had once met on a dating web site was hungry and wanted a slice of pizza. She had no arm band to get her in and out, though she had somehow gotten in and didn't want to risk being kept out next time.

Govinda, Allan's girlfriend, had come down from New York, and nicely went out to get a slice from a place almost right outside. Allan explodes at the other girl, who is with a date. The date leaves and hides or something.

Meanwhile, the entire party, there by a tent offering unlimited beer as long as you want, breaks up and leaves after taking sides on who should have gotten the pizza. There were fireworks (real ones) briefly later, but the night had been ruined. Over pizza. In New Jersey.