Every Tuesday, a group of friends go to a local pub for Trivia Night. Most of us are attorneys but a couple of spouses, significant others, and even parents have joined our quest for geek dominance. Each of us has a specialty and mine is critters - shocking, I know - and medicine. Being a hypochondriac is useful for something! No silly, that headache isn't a brain tumor, it's an aneurysm! I checked my symptoms on WebMD! Seriously, any website where I can point to a part of the body and list symptoms is a-okay in my book.
Everyone else has a specialty of sorts. The Prof is expected to answer any question related to science, math and especially chemistry. Dutch Girl is in charge of literature and musicals. Yeungling is in charge of tennis, golf, and of course, all things German. Seven (don't ask why seven) has random areas of expertise but her significant other seems to know all about Harry Potter. Finally, our fearless leader, Statty knows all about Roman and Greek history, which is otherwise totally not useful. Occasionally Party Girl makes her appearance and will answer everything you need to know about beer and Britney Spears. Um yeah, not terribly helpful.
On Tuesdays, the pub offers personal pitcher specials so of course I get loaded drink my all time favorite, Magic Hat #9. And let me tell you, they must have had a fresh keg because it tasted like it just came out of the brewery in my hometown. De-lic-ious. Of course we eat a lot of pizza and other crap that is definitely not good for our waistlines. It's all part of the fun and strategy for our victories. The more beer you drink, the more likely you will blurt out the correct answer. You know the whole thing with lessening your inhibitions and thinking you are a good karaoke singer - YOU ARE NOT SWEETIE! And when I say blurt I mean whisper because The Prof has been scolded for not using his "inside voice". Have I mentioned that Statty is kind of the Gestapo of trivia? And that he compiles all the teams stats each week? And emails them out to everyone? And also we have a website? Um yeah...we're geeks.
Last Tuesday we had victory within sight when we tanked on the last round, as usual. The highlight was when Round 3's category was "chemistry". It was like the heavens opened up, angels sang, and The Prof had his moment of true glory. It doesn't need to be said that we had a perfect round. Oh look! I just said it?! We had a perfecto round. Then came the round in which I was "supposed" to be an expert: name the baby animal. Of course I choked under the pressure but my excuse was and I did explain shout obnoxiously: I intubated them not identified that a baby rat is a kitten! And due to my unhealthy addiction to I Can Has Cheezburger, I wanted to answer "kitteh" to every animal I did not know, which was a lot.
So here is the lesson for trivia, if all else fails and you do not know the answer, kitteh is a perfectly good substitute for the correct answer.
