The Canyon's Crown Restaurant & Pub
6958 East Tanque Verde Road
Tucson, AZ 85715
Thursdays: 8:00 PM
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What an amazing and crazy night it was at the Canyon’s Crown last night! A lot of cool and not so cool things went down. Here’s a recap:
An adorable little girl who was probably 6 years old wanted to play the Quiz with her dad. She couldn’t stay past Round 2, but she stayed at the scorer’s table and talked to me for a while. What a sweetheart. And she got at least one question right. She correctly identified Elliot from Pete’s Dragon.
Emily from Nipple Confusion (whom I had never met before) came up to the scorer’s table and kissed me. Thanks, Emily, you made my night. Her teammate, incidentally, was in the U of A marching band, as was I many moons ago. Bear Down!
We had two different teams who didn’t know each other with Michael Clarke Duncan death names. Not exactly strange, but we also had two different teams who didn’t know each other with Dyslexic jokes for names.
We had a giant clusterfuck over bonus question as some people showed me ranges of years and others named centuries for which century Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel. It was such a mess that we had to go to tiebreaker questions, only to find that most of them had been asked in last weeks first place tiebreaker! We need new tiebreaker questions!
For the third time in recent history, we had a second place tie involving Michelle’s team, A Dyslexic Man Walks Into A Bra. We had a dance-off between her and John from The Romosexuals. I put on some swing music, because I thought that would be more conducive to dancing than say, Morbid Angel. Michelle began doing the robot and a spectacular move which I do not know the name of. John began doing his best Elaine from Seinfeld impression, complete with thumbs and kicks. It was close, but the crowd chose Michelle.
By far the strangest moment of the evening came about halfway through. Those of you who have played the Quiz with me know that I have a wireless mic and I walk around the club a lot while I read questions. I turned at walked back to my little Quizmaster area, and there was some drunk ass sitting in my chair! Now, let’s be clear. I have a small area that is mine. It has three walls, and is mostly blocked off from the rest of the bar with a table that has my laptop and stuff on it. There is one chair back there, and all the prizes, quiz materials, and equipment. There is a tiny opening between the table and a wall that I squeeze through to get in and out. This hipster dumbass was sitting there, looking at me and drinking a Guinness. I looked at him and tried to figure out just what the hell was going on. There are a lot of people who know me, but I don’t always necessarily know them. I was racking my brain. Who was this guy? An ex-student? A fan of my band? A Quizzer that I haven’t really gotten to know? An ex-coworker? A guy I used to be in marching band with? Maybe he was an assassin come to take me out. Maybe he was just a figment of my imagination, and I had finally snapped, staring at an empty chair. He didn’t look anything like President Obama though. I said, “Hey, you’re in my seat, buddy.” He said, “Mmmhmm.” I said, “Yeah, I’m the Quizmaster here, and that’s my area.” He said, “Hey man, you lost your seat. Find another one.” Rule Number One: DON’T FUCK WITH THE QUIZMASTER! I moved a little closer and shut off the mic. “Seriously, you need to get the fuck out of my chair. Now,” I said. I gave him my best “You’re about to get seriously damaged about the face” look, and moved in a little closer. He shrugged, swilled down his beer, and walked out. One of the more bizarre incidents in my life. This job amazes me.
Your assignment this week is to round up all of your friends, family, coworkers, and assorted acquaintances, and get them to the Crown next week for Quiz. In the meantime, go to our Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Geeks-Who-Drink-Pub-Quiz-At-Canyons-Crown/483388135009881 and ‘like’ us, tag yourself and your friends in the pics, post stories about weirdos who took your chair, whatever.