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Exciting as always at the Brighton Beer Garden, where Boston's best and sexiest (bestiest) come to compete for love, adulation, and of course, free beers. This time around we had a whole shit themed round, which actually came fourth. I would have expected it to be round #2.
Seems like a missed opportunity.
In addition, we tried out a new format for round 3, whereby quizzers had the option to turn in their sheets early for bonus points. The twist was that if they waited, they got more, valuable, information, but had to sacrifice points to do so. The classic battle between security and daring favored the bold in this one, as a full 80% of teams elected to forego the second pass through and instead try their luck with double points.
We had some laughs (I got a kick out of one gentleman accidentally tearing his scoresheet up -- good thing I love puzzles), some not-so-laughs (please don't yell at the answers, no matter how self-assuredly wrong they may be), and some thing that just made me go hmmmm (I'm not sure how I feel about quizzers asking to braid my hair...but I think I like it).
When all the dust settled, and the points were tallied, Suck It Trebek came out on top, beating out the Boneyard Dawgs in a battle that went right down to the final round.
The Beer Garden quizzes have been intimate events so far, and you know what that means -- better chances for prizes, more opportunities to get to know your intrepid quizmaster. So if you want to be a part of the experience, come on down, it is as much fun as 1.5 hoots or approximately 119 liters of monkeys.
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This recap is merely a formality, a quaint nod to a distant past when it actually meant something, like the electoral college or physical cds.
The reason I don't have to go over what happened last night is that everybody in the entire world was there. Including you. Heck, especially you -- you leaned into the bartender and demanded he make you a Tom Jones. When she look confused, you explained that it was like a Tom Collins, only hairier.
I like your style.
I also like that you brought scores of people with you to the Brighton Beer Garden last night, packing the Brighton eatery to the rafters with Harry Potter fans eager to pull out their wands and show each others whose was the most magical. Or whose snitch was the most honey-golden? I am not very adept at Harry Potter themed punnery, it turns out.
Luckily, a bunch of you were AND at answering questions, most notably Mysterious Ticking Noise, who rode a strong team dynamic and a generous attitude toward the waitstaff to pub quiz glory. And, happy ending, it turns out that one of them had just tucked a Catch Phrase timer into his purse and forgotten about it. Phew!
In third and second respectively were Krum Shot, which is a fairly obvious pun about how hard it is to eat coffee cake neatly (been there guys!), and Thanks for the Falcon, which I don't have a joke about because I don't understand what it means. Something about birds and gratitude, I presume, but bird law in this country really isn't governed by any reason.
Everybody acquitted themselves beautifully, and in the interest of fairness to future teams, I'm not going to disclose TOO many specific wrong answers, but I can tell you that none of the questions have the answer "I Should Have Brushed Up on my HP Trivia", as one team surmised. So don't write about it, be about it! Read long and prosper. And because I (like bird law) am not governed by any reason, I'm going to assume that every week will have this number of teams at the Brighton Beer garden. Guaranteed. We've increased our average yield ten-fold and there's no going back.
Because really -- where would you rather be than doing a Pub Quiz on a Sunday night?
So unless you're out there curing cancer, which can't be much more than 20% of you, I expect to see you there. Then.
(Brighton Beer Garden, Sundays at 8pm. I'll be the one in the shiny leather pants).
Thanks again to Sara and fishboxer, who helped immeasurably to make sure that this quiz went smoothly, and all the questions were asked, answered and scored in a timely, clear, fashion.
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Firsts are always special, aren't they? Your first kiss, the first leaf gently swaying to the ground in the late summer breeze, the first day of school -- there's something magical about that maiden voyage, isn't there?
Such was the case at my first solo hosting opportunity tonight at the Brighton Beer Garden.
Like the first day of school, there were tons of new people milling about, and just like my first kiss, I was drinking beer and holding a microphone (I was a precocious tyke). This quiz, like that kiss, was an intimate affair -- no doubt the other residents of Brighton were busy writing studied reflections on the complicated historical relationship between labor unions and sustained financial growth. Brightonians are a notoriously essay-heavy lot.
Of the people in attendance tonight, many did not know that they would be doing a pub quiz. They were the luckiest; For them the quiz was a brilliant an unexpected surprise, like the giggle of a baby on the T, or catching just the perfect episode of Law and Order on a Sunday afternoon. Many of these people were attending a going-away party for somebody who was apparently headed for Singapore. Good luck in Singapore, whoever you are, if that is in fact where you are going!
Once the quiz started, it was clear that it would be very close up until the final bell. Or at least it would be if I had a bell, which reminds me -- I should buy a bell. Team Chunky Beard took the lead in round 1 and didn't let up, riding generally solid performances and a perfect visual round to gift certificate glory. Right on their heels though was You Are Beautiful, which for obvious reasons I will choose to believe is directed at me and not the world. They were right behind TCB the entire game, as was eventual third place finisher My Couch Pulls Out, But I Don't.
In fact, every team had a chance to take first place going into the final round, and they all acquitted themselves well -- each team jokered that round and got at least 9 questions right for by far the highest scoring round of the night.
All in all, a thoroughly enjoyable introduction to Geeks Who Drink for me and the crowd.
See you all next week!