As I've written about before, for years I met up with my team - go, Drinkin' 'Bout It! - once a week to down beers and test our knowledge base against other boozy brainiacs. I mean, it makes sense that this would be my main outside hobby - it combines two of my favorite things on Earth. If I could find a bar trivia night run by hot gals in small clothes, my life would be complete.
But when the trivia night I'd grown used to shut down late last year, I called it quits. I needed a break. Had to have some time off. Recently I felt the old pull, so I spoke to the owner of the Bucket, a bar my friends and I have made our smoky home. She loved the idea, we settled on Mondays from 8 to 10, I decided on my format, and we were off to the races.
It's only been a few weeks now, but I get a real kick out of being Trivia Master. Five rounds of ten questions each means I spend my Sunday evenings putting together 50 questions about everything from weird sports (chessboxing! wife carrying!) to marine biology. The folks who have been playing seem to enjoy it (I had some grumbles about my Salma Hayek round, in honor of the golden globes, ahem, but it was all in fun). The bar's making money. And I get to play with my brain and drink for free. What could be better?
Anyway, long story longer, if you're in the Tallahassee area you should think of coming by some Monday soon. Get a team (5 people or less, please) or fly solo. I'll be happy to see you. And if you mention that you saw this blog post, I'll give you an extra point the first time you play.
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Cool! I wondered if she kept that bar running. She bought it off a buddy of mine that opened Boxers; he couldn't quite make the money come in even though a few holdovers from The Office Lounge seem to gravitate to it.
I'm glad it's going strong with a good trivia night. Boxers tried trivia but, well, let's just say it was...
Yep, it seems to be going well and picking up steam. They have busy nights and slow ones, and trivia seems to be bringing in a (smallish as yet but hopefully growing) crowd on Mondays. My friends and I started going there because it's sort of central to our homes, a good buddy of mine tends bar there, and they accepted our tomfoolery. Now we are the whole Thursday night crowd. I like other local bars - St. Mikes has a special place in my heart - but less hipsters and cheaper beer make Hank a happy man.
I love you. That's all. For now.
Love you, too, mama!
I wish I could come. That bar sounds like my kind of place, and I can think of no better Trivia Master.
Love you, bro.
SB
when you said buckets of it I had a wicked flash back of my old roommate.
HERES A GROSS STORY STOP READING IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
we lived in a old house. it was raining hard. it was all drip drip from the ceiling. so I went into the attic.
. . . .
there were buckets of her anxorexia. bucket and buckets. GIRLFRIEND HAD A PROBLEM.
she went to like, a eating disorder place for six months. then came back and graduated nursing school with me.
gaaah.
ok good luck with trivia stuff.
sorry to gross you out.
That is gross but funny as hell.
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