The Whiskey Bar
2203 Larimer St
Denver, CO 80205
Saturdays: 7:00 PM
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So yeah, it was Jeanette’s going away party last night, and I think the GWD crew gave her the sendoff she deserved. QM’s (and the people who fuck them) from as far away as Colorado Springs and Ft. Collins (we even had Emily AKA Mrs. Eric the Jewish Viking in the house all the way from ABQ) descended upon the Whiskey Bar basement to show their love. Those QM’s included:
Dave AKA DeNov
Derek AKA MechaQuizmaster
Dicker AKA The Wrong Dicker to Fuck With AKA Dear Leader
Ellen AKA Who Brought That Girl?
Jessica AKA QM J
Johnny AKA Look At This Fucking Quizmaster
Logan AKA Goober
Matt AKA Score-O-Matt-ic 9001 Series Quizbot
Mike AKA That Guy in the Corner
Stephanie AKA Who the hell moved my vagina?
That’s some pretty heavy talent. I joked that if one of our rival companies had sent down a suicide bomber, it would have bombed Colorado GWD back to the stone age. Not that we have any rivals, of course, we’re motherfucking Geeks Who Drink, bitch!
But I’m digressing here, let’s get back to the party. You know the night is about to get crunk when the first things that happen are this...
... and this...
Seriously, that was like the beginning of the night.
I tried my best to keep everything under control, but really, it was pretty much a futile effort. With that much ego and inebriation and celebration crammed into a dank basement, all you can really do is hope everyone makes it out alive and the place doesn't get burned to the ground. Thankfully, we were at least successful in those two areas.
Jeanette was really doing her best to photobomb all the pictures, but she couldn't quite get in every one.
As the night progressed and the sauced got saucier, more terrible things happened like this...
... and this...
Is Leslie supposed to be cupping his balls? Does she know where testicles are on a man? Also, Jeanette's face in this picture is exactly how I feel looking at it.
The only team that wasn't lousy with QM's made their displeasure known by naming themselves Fuck Quizmasters and by posing for this picture:
They came in last.
The final befoulment of the Whiskey Bar last night was something the likes of which I have never seen before and hope to never see again. The most fitting tribute one could imagine to one of Denver's favorite quizmasters, I give you Whatever The Hell This Is:
This is what you inspire people to do, Jeanette.
Of course, the night didn't end with the quiz. Everyone went across the street to Voodoo Lounge after that to do karaoke, which looked kinda like this:
It also featured Dear Leader with a monster rendition of "Hold On" by Wilson Philips. You can't make this stuff up:
Dicker's face above somehow more racist-looking than whatever the hell Derek's got going on.
Lookit all that passion. Jeanette really brings it outta folks.
This is right around when Emilio's brain started to check out and he went home to go night night. I'm sure the debauchery continued well after this, and I'm kinda glad I wasn't around to see it. I think we can all assume that at least one person from the group was arrested and someone probably passed on a social disease, cuz that's how we roll. Suffice to say, it was a memorable night for all involved.
There you have it, An almost coherent take on Jtown's GWD going away party. Good luck in The Windy City, Jeanette! You're obviously loved and you'll obviously be missed. Keep on kicking all of the asses!