I’m afraid the newbie team with the complainer were friends of mine, sort of. The receptionist from work, her fiancee, her sister, and her sister’s husband. The sister was the worst complainer, according to the receptionist, and was irritating everyone at the table with her quibbles.
She said the questions skewed toward “an older male demographic” and therefore excluded her. My friend (her sister) said that translates to “I want more questions about TV shows and who movie stars are dating.”
In other words, you can ignore them. I told her the pop-culture stuff comes up a lot, but it’ll never be the only focus of a good quiz.
Even though they came in second-to-last, my friend said she and her fiancee had a great time (though they said it would have been better if her sister had done less kvetching). She surprised herself by knowing several of the sports round questions.
Unfortunately, that was probably the only time we’ll ever see my friend and her fiancee. She has a five-year-old, and being free on a Tuesday night is a very rare occurence.
So, at the end of last Tuesday’s evening, there was talk of doing Monday at the Irish Emmigrant this week. Is that still the plan for some folks? Whom?
I could do both nights this week, though I’ll be a bit sleepy-brained. It was a long weekend.
Looks like I’m out for this week – I’m coming down with a cold and need to go to bed early tonight, and I have a meeting tomorrow night. Next week, though!
I was woken up this morning at a quarter to three in the ay em when a service desk drone called the group pager I’m carrying this month to report a critical system failure which due to my possession of the pager was my responsibility to diagnose and fix.
I’m out. Again. Surprise, surprise. This enigma thing is really working out for me.
The husband is on vacation this week (which I totally forgot about - it’s hard to keep track of what day it is when you haven’t had a job in two and a half years). Anyway, my rubber arm has been twisted into going to barbeque at my FIL’s. I really like barbeque, especially now that I can EAT it.
I will come back. Someday. You won’t know when. You won’t know why. But when it does, the world will probably end. But seriously, I may have to give the Irish Emmigrant a try, Tuesdays lately have been sucking for me. I’m not trying to be a snob, I do want to see everyone again - if only to show off my rainbow coloured bruises before they fade to a boring yellow.
Plus I owe Cervaise a dollar. Or a beer. And he owes me a story that involves a catheter. I want to hear this story.
Aw man, no show all around? Mighta had a chance too; not too terribly high scores.
You guys missed the funnest part: movie questions were all quotes, so you got to hear me audition for parts played by Al Pacino, Mary Tyler Moore, and Rutger Hauer. Was kinda like a highschool play tryout. The bar owner told me “at least your voice is not annoying,” and another bar owner tried to hire me away. I gave him my card.
I also learned that the chick who calls their bingo game for them puts out a tip jar. I had pondered that myself. How uncool would that be? I mean, she doesn’t write 60 questions and photoshop 20 pictures a week; she just calls out numbers. Plus she doesn’t spend $10 a week on Kinkos. (Nor send Cervaise running for backup copies, for that matter . . . )
Re: tip jar – the whiff of impropriety might disappear if you could have the bar staff hold the tip jar so that you can’t see who is or isn’t contributing. Mind you, I’m not advising you to do a tip jar.
