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Last night we tried out quiz in The Boot Room and it was a huge success! No hecklers at the bar to worry about. We were all cozied up together. I was in a private room with all of my favorite people doing my favorite thing, quizzing! For those of you who said it was cold in there, might I suggest you wear pants next time? You don't have to, but it might help. I'm just sayin'.
This past weekend I flew to Kansas City, MO to hang out with some fellow Quizmasters. It was super fun and the weather was awesome. On the flight home, I sat next to a chatty fellow, which is something I generally hate. If I have my nose in a book, don't talk to me. Since he persisted in having a conversation and since I was bored, I started telling stories. I don't even remember what all I told him. I was making shit up left and right. I don't lie very often, but when I do I make it interesting. I might've worked the word "canoe" into the conversation. I just can't be sure. So we get on the topic of pub quiz and come to find out he went to a quiz in Kansas City just the other week. Uh oh. Then he proceeds to tell me which venue it was. He went to my boyfriend's quiz. Oh come on. Seriously, what are the odds of that!? So I had to text message the Kansas City quizmasters and tell them to just agree with whatever he says I said, because I am a horrible person and a coward. This is why you don't tell stories to strangers, even if they're in a different state. They end up knowing your boyfriend and your web of lies starts to unravel. Oh God... what if he is reading this right now? If anyone needs me, I'll be sitting in this giant hole I've dug myself.
This week's winners! (Repeat after me: WE'RE ALL WINNERS!):
See ya'll next Tuesday!
xoxo, Rachel
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Quiz was pretty boring last night. Not much happened. I'm pretty sure I dozed off while reading round 3. HA! I crack myself up. Guys. Last night was ridiculously brotastic. Bro. Bruh. Braaaaah. Have you been working out? I hope so, because if you're going to challenge a crowd of roughly 60 people to a fight, you'd better be a regular at the gun show. I don't really have much to say about those idiots except that I might've died a little and gone to heaven when all of you told that guy to shut the fuck up and get out, once I'd just about lost my voice. I also thoroughly enjoyed mocking that girl by reading the quiz questions like a valley girl. I'm, like, a natural at it. Maybe even, like, a pro. Ohmagah! Next week we'll be set up in the Boot Room with spillover in the great room. This is going to be great. We're going to bask in the silence. I may even whisper the rounds to you, just because I can. I can't wait!
A couple of thoughts on last night's quiz. I was never a huge fan of Sweet Valley High. I thought those twins were slutty. I made that judgment at the age of 12 soley based on the cover art. Sluts. I was obsessed with Nancy Drew. Nancy, George, and Bess were awesome, but it pissed me off that Bess was always described as "plump". Shut your face, Carolyn Keene. You leave curvalicious Bess alone. I've lost you guys, haven't I? Okay sorry. Back to quiz stuff. I was trying to tell you about the Impossible Project last night when the subject of Polaroid pictures came up, but I don't think anyone could hear me. Check it out here on facebook, because their website is being dumb. You can get the film at Urban Outfitters and I'm sure other places online. Google it. I'm not your personal assistant. Anyway, it's a really cool geeky photography movement that is getting big in Dallas and I think it might strike certain individuals' fancy. If you want to walk around our great city and take polaroid pictures check out this cool instant film society. It's been all over the news lately and an old co-worker of mine is the ringleader. Finally I'd like to thank Australia for debuting Speedos in Olympic swimming events. I love sports, when the athletes are wearing very, very little. God bless spandex.
We had several teams come to quiz last night that we haven't seen in ages. Guys I have missed y'all so much! Thanks for coming back to teams: A Way Games, Zelda, and Dammit Rachel! (I missed you!). I know you're schedules are crazy with work, but I love that you were able to make it out last night. ::high five::
Edited to add: Last night on the way home I almost hit a giant possum. True Story.
This week's winners! (Repeat after me: WE'RE ALL WINNERS!):
See ya'll next Tuesday!
xoxo, Rachel
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So I have this baby possum in a cat crate in my kitchen and I don't know what to do with it. For those of you connected with me on the facebooks, you know all about it. For the rest of you, yeah. This is happening. I kind of want to play with it, but OMG ALL THE TEETH. I've been feeding it catfood and pedialyte cut with water. I called the local non-profit wildlife rehabber group and those assholes won't call me back. Thanks. Dicks. Anyway, that's why we had several possum themed quiz teams last night. And that's why I made little faux polaroid instagram beer coupons starring a baby possum. If I'm going to have possession of a baby possum, it's going to be a baby hipster possum. Also, that thing is in my kitchen in a cat crate. I guess that's better than the coat closet, which is where he had apparently been holed up for a couple of days. I found him eating out of the dog's bowl in the middle of the night, as though it was totally normal. For real. Ugh. It took me an hour to catch him and I used the thickest oven mitt I could find to scruff the little guy and put him in the crate. Who wants a gently used oven mitt? Tonight I'm going to go home and put the oven mitt back on and take him out of his cage and google "when can I get this baby possum outta my house?" I hope the first search result is right meow. I just can't throw him into the mean streets without knowing he has a fighting chance to not be eaten by my cat, who will cut a bitch. Wish me luck.
Last night we had four 16 point rounds. ::mind blown:: We talked about colors, anagrammed dictators, actors who are always meeting their doom, comic book bad guys, who all sounded like Emperor Palpatine to me, but y'all were able to figure it out. I played some new music that I love. Hope you loved it, too. And we didn't have a tie this week. Wooooo! I don't know if you noticed that the loud guys at the bar are back. Ha. Awesome. Maybe it was a glitch. Maybe they'll never come back. Or maybe they'll start participating! That would be nice.
This week's winners! (Repeat after me: WE'RE ALL WINNERS!):
See ya'll next Tuesday!
xoxo, Rachel
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