AmeriZam Birthday Bash

In celebration of Sara's birthday, we decided to invite a bunch of friends over for a pizza party!

If you're from the States, it probably sounds pretty normal for a couple twenty-something gals to invite a few twenty-somethings friends over for an evening of pizza, cake, a party game, and a World Cup semi-final game.

If you're from Zambia, you know that nothing in the above sentence is "normal."  

nothing.

-not the pizza

(though many Zambians do enjoy pizza when they have opportunity to try it)

-not the cake

(chocolate with green mint icing and melted chocolate on top- are you kidding?)

-not the party game
(Say Anything)

well... I guess the World Cup semi-final is sort of normal-- 

except the fact that girls don't go outside the house after dark (18:00)

and the game started at 22:00 local time...

and we don't have a TV (just thought I'd mention that while I'm on the topic of abnormal!)

Of course we had a wonderful evening with our friends. 

I must confess that in some respects it's fun to be the person on the "other side" of cultural barriers every once-in-a-while. Usually, I'm the one who can't pronounce this-or-that word, or has never tried this or that well-loved food... 

Not only were Sara and I the only partiers who knew what pepperoni was, we were also the only two who had previously eaten pepperoni, as well as the sole group members who could properly pronounce the word "pepperoni."

Good times :)

ps- In case you were wondering, yes.
Yes, I find it slightly disturbing that I actually enjoy the flavor of something that started out as meat but that is now shelf stable and can fly across the ocean in a suitcase and still be edible... hum...
guess it's all in the definitely of "edible" (right, Logan??!)...