Happy Thanksgiving from beautiful Seattle, WA! I’m up here, sitting at my parents’ desk, prepping to go stuff my face, just like I hope all of you are (sans the desk perhaps… perhaps you’re sitting on a couch, or in your car, or at a bar… anyway, wherever you are, please prepare to stuff your face… I wasn’t trying to rhyme all those words just now, honest.)
A good little quiz last night with seven teams, 29 peeps. Not too shabby at the Maiden, the night before a big holiday. The place was actually rocking’ a little bit, considering the general quietude of this cozy restaurant. People were yelling and laughing and cheering… which I am most indubitably FOR, though I was a little sick and just not able to yell back with my standard scathing counterattacks. A new team, Some Pig, was a table of four unremitting douchebags… I say this in the kindest way possible, as they were nice in the end, but boy howdy I thought I was going to kill ‘em during the course of the quiz, as they continously shoved their Dockers-clad, Blackberry-propping beer guts aside to shout terrible, tasteless jokes in response to pretty much every question. And by “jokes” I mean calling out fake answers. To the two people who read this blog: Fake answers are funny every every once in a while… like last night when there was a question about what queen was instrumental in ol’ Columbus’ mission to America to defile and exploit and kill native peoples. A gal shouted “Queen Latifah” and we all had a little titter. Queen Latifah. That’s good. Clever. But we must exercise our right to yell out fake answers in MODERATION, otherwise they quickly cease to be funny. Douchebags Some Pig yelled out fake answers EVERY single question last night, and so I secretly plotted their long and painful demise while continuing to read the quiz in a smooth and professional manner.
‘Course Some Pig ended up doing well and taking second place, barely losing to A Rafter of Turkeys by just 2 points. And they were very nice and gracious about it in the end, but, since I doubt I’ll ever see ‘em again, I will not hesititate in crowning them King of the Douchebags.
Got a lot of great handmade turkeys tonight too, and even took pictures of them. I made a little “Hall of Turkey Fame” on the convenient mantel next to my Pub Quiz station, and took a picture with my cell phone. But since I’m technically challenged, I can’t get the photo off the phone (and don’t want to pay the $5000 Sprint demands for Picture Mail service). But my two favorites were: the one painted as an American flag with Bush’s face on the thumb-head and the words “Thank goodness this TURKEY is almost done!” (Check and mate!); and also the one Barbara from Rafter of Turkeys made from old sparklers from last year’s cache of Fourth of July fireworks. After the quiz, we went outside and lit that motherfu*#$er off. It would have been AWESOME, except three of the four sparklers were duds. Still, a noble attempt from Barbara to celebrate our country’s fiery turkey spirit.
This blessed moment I DO have pics of thanks to Rafter of Turkeys member David, who kindly snapped the shots then emailed me them later. Thanks David! I owe you a beer!
Check out the pics!
Hey we’re supposed to cook the turkey, not vice-versa!
As Barbara’s turkey burned, I covertly got out my business card. A professional never stops networking!
This turkey is done!