Brighton Beer Garden
386 Market Street
Brighton, MA 02135
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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.