Tuesday night Trivia at our local is always tops.
You must remember that this is a pub where the highlight of the week is the Thursday night drag show. An interesting corollary to this is that they don't tend to have a lot of sports questions (otherwise knows as FBQs*) in their trivia night.
There might be the occasional "who is the coach of such-and-such AFL team" (which I still don't know, but someone on our team usually does) (Thanks Shannon) (Thunt). They don't however, have stupid questions like "name the athlete who won three gold medals in different events at the Munich Olympics".
Your ability to recognise snatches (ahem) of Madonna songs and your knowledge of the Eurovision Song Contest is much more useful.
The upshot of this is that when Kate, Shannon and I play, we tend to win. In fact, we've won every time we've played.
But last night was a close-run thing. Even with the added intellectual muscle of Eliza (and her awesome knowledge of Ben Harper and Hinduism) we thought we'd lost. We were convinced that the winning streak was over, and that the $50 drink card and LED-flashing big plastic crucifix (seriously) would go to someone else.
But we prevailed. We came through by the skin of our teeth and our ability to recognise "Tonight, Tonight" by the Smashing Pumpkins even though the CD was skipping.
And most importantly, the big plastic crucifix is ours.
Well, Eliza's.
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On a completely unrelated note, I came across this spoilerific T-shirt.
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* Fucking Boxing Questions
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And... the big, gold plastic, neon flashing crucifix is taking prime position on top of our TV.
Homage to my 1st experience of Trivia- Commercial style.
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