Ah, Horse and Hound! The venue worth driving an hour for. Kal the Grader came with me this week and immediately declared that she wished H and H could be her local. The construction is still tearing up the streets around the pub, but that’s a minor obstacle when viewed next to the awesomeness that is the H and H experience. We had a big crowd, and a lively one, though I regretfully had to get strict with someone who insisted on yelling out joking answers. Okay, it’s not regretfully – I love having to get strict. I can has power trip, Y/N? (If you’re not into LOLcats, that will make no sense. Go to I Can Has Cheezburger to get schooled, but go to the bathroom first and don’t be drinking anything, because you will laugh so hard you would pee yourself and/or spit liquid all over your keyboard.)

I digress. We all had a great time speculating how an alligator managed to bite off Lorne Greene’s nipple, and because nobody got the final question right, we ended up with winners who had six and five points, respectively. This amused us greatly. Well, it amused me anyway.

2. The Maps – These guys change their name on me all the time, and they get real creative. For St. Patrick’s Day, they had a Gaelic name, y’all. That’s hard-f’ing-core.

1. State Of Confusion – Confusion over how to divide their big cash winnings, maybe! They sure weren’t confused about US Geography. If you’re ever going on a trip, these guys are better than Tom-Tom, and way more fun.

So, the H and H peeps are in the capable hands of Rigel for next week, and I’ll be back the week after. If it was closer, I’d go just for a drink and some of their awesome, awesome fries. And they have poutine, y’all. Poutine. Perhaps it’s a good thing the pub’s not closer to me – I’d end up the size of a small tank.