Tam O'Shanter Inn
2980 Los Feliz Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90039
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It got kind of echoey in the cavernous interior of the Tam O'Shanter last night. Like quizzing into the vast reaches of space. Like you do.
It's a damn good thing that Admiral Snackbar was there, or I might have been lost forever.
As I clung desperately to a quiz that was barely alive, a steady stream of insults, lewd gestures, and professions of alternating love and hatred from the corner of the room were all that kept me going.
But now I know how to defend myself from these people. Turns out they have the same Achilles' Heel as the Wicked Witch of the West: water.
When they drink it, it tries to strangle them from the inside. When they confine it to a glass, it attacks them the moment they take their eyes off of it. Water's the one thing they can't handle.
And guess what, bitches: I'm 90% water.
And by “bitches”, clearly I mean “friends who are awesome and play quiz solo so I don't wind up speaking on a mic for 2 hours to an empty room”. That was clear, right?
The admirable Admiral Snackbar had a couple of very special guest stars last night, as well. After the first couple of rounds, the inimitable Farnosh joined up, bringing to the table her eidetic memory of the Monopoly board and the Clue script. Also she bolstered the aforementioned shouts of derision and love/hate confusion. Thanks?
They also snagged a passing math teacher to help them out with a tricky question. (I decided they got to adopt a temporary 6th player because what the hell, right?) Math teacher knew how to divide factorials! There's hope for our educational system after all!
It was a close game, with Admiral Snackbar creeping up from 3rd to 2nd, then dropping down to 3rd again, only to finally pull it out in the end and land that coveted 1st place spot. The other (imaginary) teams were crushed.
And our server Mark was amused by us. Well, he definitely tolerated us. That's for sure.
Put us all together and we were one big happy family. Who shouted at each other a lot. And some of us got prizes.
So kind of like my real family, only the prizes were drinks and gift cards instead of a lifetime of traumatic memories.
Tune in next week for: actual competition?