When I was a kid, every Friday was pizza night. We would either order pizza from any of the nearby delivery places or, my favorite, make our own pizza. My mom would make the dough, spread it out on the cookie sheet, and let my sister and I go to town with the toppings. I would painstakingly place the pepperoni on the dough (too much is gross, not enough is, like, WHY BOTHER, there is a VERY SPECIFIC RATIO) and try not to gag as my sister sprinkled on the mushrooms (which I would later pick off, once the pizza was cooked).
I've since rethought my stance on mushrooms, but I still love making my own pizza. I mean, I love pizza PERIOD, and we routinely order it, but lately we've been making our own, too. Pizza Fridays are making a comeback. And the best part is, unlike Pizza Fridays when I was a kid, I can drink beer now.
I can't find any pictures of pizza and beer in my own collection but here's a picture I stole from the internet: