The Dubliner (Seattle)
3515 Fremont Avenue North
Seattle, WA 98103
Wednesdays: 8:00 PM
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Editor's Note: This blog was written from all three parts of Quizmaster Brittany's psychic apparatus (id, ego, super-ego).
Id: Quiz was… well, it just was. When I get on stage at The Dubliner, it makes my tummy all tickly. I shoved some steak and potatoes down my gullet; pretty satisfying. I wanted beer, so I got beer. Why is Bartender Jamie leaving? I DON'T WANT HER TO LEAVE.
Ego: Yes, Jamie is moving out-of-state and, consequently, out of The Dubz. I suppose all good things must come to an end. We'll miss you, Jamie! Take lots of pretty pictures in Los Angeles.
Thank you to training QM Erin for scoring like a boss, reading rounds like a boss, and drinking a bottle of non-alcoholic beer so you still looked like a badass from the stage. I think you'll be a great host! Seriously, though, drinking helps.
Ermahgerd! The muffled victors returned to the top spot once again, proving their prowess among a crowd that seriously struggled with how to spell 'Snuffleupagus'.
There were a couple of teams camped out on the third place spot, so we had one rep from both Happy Campers and Return to Fat Camp guess the number that Bartender Jamie was thinking. Happy Campers came closest, and their third place win made them just a little bit happier.
Good effort all around, dear quizzers, and hey We Suck At Names: no you don't! You know who does, though? But On A Side Note, My Herpes Is Flaring Up. It's like, I'm sorry to hear about that entire team having Herpes, but they don't need to put that on us, you know? Awkward.
Super-Ego: I was really excited to have so many friendly faces in the crowd. Thanks for coming to see me! I totally should have spent more time talking to everyone and hanging out. Dangit, I'm such a disappointment! I'll never do things right!
Erm, sorry. That Wednesday night $10 Steak Dinner rocked. I was being kind of rude, wasn't I, stuffing my big selfish face in front of everyone like a little piggy. Gosh, why don't I think before doing anything? So stupid! I deserve nothing more than to be dipped in a vat of Jell-O and read The Torah for my transgressions (not because The Torah is bad, but because we've always got time to learn something new).
Whoa, my head hurts; I think that's about all the inner-workings I can handle for now. If anybody wants to analyze that without sending me a bill, let me know. I'll see you guys next Wednesday!