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Nomad has a fantastic way of making everyone there feel like they are over for a Sunday afternoon BBQ at your uncle’s house. A very warm and welcoming atmosphere where being yourself is not only accepted, it is required. The people that show up are a collection of archetypes that rival The Breakfast Club. Am I rambling? Maybe, but only because I am writing this at 1:30am and I have a REALLY big day tomorrow but cannot sleep. So I am writing. To be honest, there was not a whole lot to point out accept for something extraordinarily cool.
Ever since Kim was forbidden to be my scorekeeper she has shown up on quiz night with me in a whole new capacity, a quizzling. She has played for a couple of different teams but tonight she ended up with Chelsea, Bobb, and one other guy whom I did not get his name. Chelsea is a solid player and Bobb is top-notch when it comes to recalling things that have little applicable meaning outside a quiz environment. The other guy contributed considerably as well. Kim is a pretty sharp cookie too when it comes to a lot of things but tonight, she rocked out on some chemistry which probably surprised her more than anybody else. The trick she used was a very specific and unique high school-related pneumonic device:
Kayla a high school stuck up bitch was called “poodle head”. And K as we all know is the chemical symbol for potassium. So Kim associated “K”ayla as poodle head which starts with a “P” for potassium. Thus K = potassium or Kayla the poodle head bitch.
I remember that in order to pass my 7th grade chemistry course I had to fill in a completely blank periodic table from memory. Not bragging or anything but I would have aced that round.
Chemistry was not all the quiz brought with her. Her bag-of-many-things included some edited headlines, meteorological melodies, not so Beverly Hillbillies, cinematic exploitation, political hot buttons, some manly musicals and the usual randomness.
Taking 2nd place last night was one of our outside teams, Cock in the Henhouse! Congratulations! Our champions though took the reins from the start and never looked back despite the unnatural need to have a team name that contains more words than the Guggenheim Bible. Way to go No More Olympic Woman's Gymnastics Reminds Me to Restock the Candy in My Van.
Hope you all had a blast. I know I did! I will also be back next week for more. Granted, it is my job but if it were not for you guys I would be delivering all these questions to pissed off people who just want me to go away. Glad that is not the case. So come on back and join me so I don’t look so awkward and bring a friend!