For those few of you who I don’t constantly blab about this to, I’m on a trivia team. We play pretty regularly at local bars that host pub trivia during the week. The organization is called Geeks who Drink, and they have trivia on different nights all over the country.
If you’re interested, try it out. It’s a lot of fun, it’s free, and there are a variety of questions, so everyone can feel equally stupid. You can have up to six people on a team, so grab your friends and have at it. (No, Jose Cuervo and Captain Morgan don’t count as your friends. I think of them as bonus people you can have at your table).
A couple weeks ago, my trivia team and I went to Geek Bowl, the giant geek-off of the year. We aren’t that good at trivia, but we have fun in spite of our constant, horrific failures. We are completely bad-ass, with matching shirts and necklaces that Hubby and I made. Oh yeah, and we’re the Cupcake Bitches. I TOLD you we’re bad-ass.
These are our good luck charms: a squishy cupcake we actually won at trivia, and a Pez dispenser of Boromir, or someone from Lord of the Rings. I’m not really sure which one, but he did NOT bring his A game.
There were a total of 150 teams, and we ended up in place 102, just short of our goal of 99. Seriously. Our goal was to end in double digits instead of triple digits, and as usual, we failed. This goal didn’t even slip through our fingers; it got in a rocket ship and gave us the finger as it broke the sound barrier. Fortunately, I was stuffed with bar b que so I didn’t care that much.
This competition was deadly serious. People had traveled from out of state, and even studied! This was a huge ballroom full of people, but when a question was asked it was deadly quiet in there. Needless to say we were out of our league.
It was fun, once we had given up hope. I don’t plan on going back, but we continue to have our regular trivia meet-up, which is great, and includes cheap beer.
As most people are aware, a bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you die. I have started one, but I also think an anti-bucket list is just as important. This would be a list of things you have no desire to waste your time on, so you can focus on your actual bucket list. Here’s my list so far:
- Sky dive
- Bungee jump
Remove a large chunk of flesh from my body
UH OH I MESSED UP. While cutting vegetables yesterday for a large batch baking session, the knife slipped and cut a chunk off my thumb. I didn’t take a picture, partially because the blood on my hands would have made it a challenge, but mostly due to my respect for you minions. I doubt you want to see the inner workings of my thumb, plus that seems oddly private.
Hubby of course instantly raced to the rescue. He was calm and comforting, and has even checked on me a bunch today. I think he’s getting used to my catastrophic injuries. He should probably just enroll in a first aid class, just to be safe.
Currently, I’m walking around with a giant bandage on my thumb, unwillingly approving of everything, and attempting to get my work done like Radar O’Reilly on MASH. (I know how you kids love your topical references! Stay tuned for more fresh as a daisy pop culture jokes!) So far I’m surviving with the loving care of my Hubby and my buddy Franzia. No one else seems surprised or sympathetic. When I tell people what happened they give me a look that says “It was only a matter of time”. It’s hard not to be insulted, but I see their point. Feel free to send me sympathy gifts.