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Twas a night of superstition for all the quizzers down at Kelly's Pub. Each team prepared themselves for a win by going through certain rituals hoping something out there would lend them strength and knowledge enough to take home the title of 1st place. One team gathered outside the Public House to burn some aromatic herb (although the burned herb then floated inside and all the quizzers could smell it so I think they accidentally blessed everyone). Some teams had a feast from Fried Locals, the Master Chef Daniel prepared all their culinary delights. It is a step well above bar food! Other teams were so busy culling favor from the gods that they nearly missed the first round! I'm looking at you Team Sean and half of Let's Get Quizzical!
But after all the chanting and sacrificing was through we settled down and had ourselves a Pub Quiz. The teams stayed mostly in their respective places through most of the quiz. Those on top were very proud and let out deep manly grunts and feminine woohoos. Those on bottom were either resigned to their fate as serfs or vowing to rise above all the oppression their teams had faced. But the gods are fickle because there were mighty shifts and movement in the ranks when the quiz concluded. MOTU, who had stood as a mountain on top of every other player fell from their mighty tower, and was replaced by the derelict but devious Bruisin' Bobcats. It was a real coup d'etat! Bambi and Goats for the Gold were a couple of couple teams with the men leading their fair ladys down the path of "Let's just stay out of everyone's way so we don't get hurt." A clever strategy, in these times of great upheaval, but alas playing it safe means no gain. (I think thats how that phrase goes). The two teams with the shortest names CKJ and Sean could not have seen different outcomes. CKJ was doomed to a life of abandonment and Sean took over 2nd place and held their reign with fury and determination. Lastly to team Thirtysomethings I leave you with this clever turn of phrase for you to ponder after a birthday night with us in the realm of Kelly's Pub in Old Town "Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be _____." You just fill that in with whatever makes you feel better right now.
If we Quizmasters have offended,
Think but this and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these quizzes did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Quizzers, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest CrackerJack,
If we have unearned smack
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Quiz a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Geeks Who Drink shall restore amends.