Everett Trivia Night
Mar. 2nd, 2019 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickThreepeat. It was not nearly as much fun as it might have been.
Brother-the-younger had a bug up his ass (he's a lawyer in his real life) because one of the teams there had two DA's on it (and he's building a practice here and there are things MORE IMPORTANT than winning the one-horse-town trivia contest and taking their money, like BEING A GOOD CITIZEN and BEING A SUPPORTER OF THE COMMUNITY and NOT GLOATING OVER WINNING and stuff.) but it's not like I get a lot of outings in my life where I can drink and there's free (with your $20 per head ticket) red wine and so yeah I am totally going to fucking drink your red wine and answer your thrice-damned trivia questions and get slightly tipsy and loud in the process. (I had a designated driver. My brother is a DUI attorney. I am not an idiot.)
Do I know what body part the hallux is? Yes, yes I fucking do. It's the big toe.
Do I know which scientist was the first to win two Nobel prizes? Marie Fucking Curie.
Apparently I am not allowed to ...
1. Gloat over winning
2. Take the prize money that we won fair and square without cheating (we are supposed to donate it back to the small community what is hosting the contest, apparently)
3. Drink the beverages (because then I am tempted to have a good time)
4. Look like I'm having a good time in front of people who are losing to me especially when my brother's District Attorney friends or whatever can see me.
This is not nearly as much fun if I'm supposed to sit there quietly and answer questions like I'm in school without any booyah or woot woot or anything. And no cash prize. And no booze. If you just want me to show up and beat your district attorney friends while looking appropriately somber, it's not really very fun for me. I could have been home playing with my spinning wheel and not letting my house cool off while the fire burns down (during the four fucking hours I'm away playing trivia) and getting my laundry done while watching Archer episodes. That would have been a perfectly acceptable evening for me. I don't have to go anywhere, I don't have to be hugged by people I do not want hugging me (thank you, widow of the guy I lost my virginity to, but you wear a hell of a lot of perfume somewhere on the patchouli spectrum and it makes my eyes water and also I don't let people touch me as a matter of course and we are NOT FRIENDS LIKE THAT please stop and also the people I AM FRIENDS-LIKE-THAT with do not hug me because they fucking well know I don't like it), I don't have to do this. It is NOT THAT IMPORTANT TO ME and if it's not fun for me, there's no point. Things that are fun for me? Money. Winning. Not-being-yelled-at. I do not need to go play trivia night when Brother-the-Younger is there making it not fun because he's too fucking worried about how the DA's will view his socially-awkward sister. If that's the circumstances of Everett Trivia Night, I can have more fun staying home.
Brother-the-younger had a bug up his ass (he's a lawyer in his real life) because one of the teams there had two DA's on it (and he's building a practice here and there are things MORE IMPORTANT than winning the one-horse-town trivia contest and taking their money, like BEING A GOOD CITIZEN and BEING A SUPPORTER OF THE COMMUNITY and NOT GLOATING OVER WINNING and stuff.) but it's not like I get a lot of outings in my life where I can drink and there's free (with your $20 per head ticket) red wine and so yeah I am totally going to fucking drink your red wine and answer your thrice-damned trivia questions and get slightly tipsy and loud in the process. (I had a designated driver. My brother is a DUI attorney. I am not an idiot.)
Do I know what body part the hallux is? Yes, yes I fucking do. It's the big toe.
Do I know which scientist was the first to win two Nobel prizes? Marie Fucking Curie.
Apparently I am not allowed to ...
1. Gloat over winning
2. Take the prize money that we won fair and square without cheating (we are supposed to donate it back to the small community what is hosting the contest, apparently)
3. Drink the beverages (because then I am tempted to have a good time)
4. Look like I'm having a good time in front of people who are losing to me especially when my brother's District Attorney friends or whatever can see me.
This is not nearly as much fun if I'm supposed to sit there quietly and answer questions like I'm in school without any booyah or woot woot or anything. And no cash prize. And no booze. If you just want me to show up and beat your district attorney friends while looking appropriately somber, it's not really very fun for me. I could have been home playing with my spinning wheel and not letting my house cool off while the fire burns down (during the four fucking hours I'm away playing trivia) and getting my laundry done while watching Archer episodes. That would have been a perfectly acceptable evening for me. I don't have to go anywhere, I don't have to be hugged by people I do not want hugging me (thank you, widow of the guy I lost my virginity to, but you wear a hell of a lot of perfume somewhere on the patchouli spectrum and it makes my eyes water and also I don't let people touch me as a matter of course and we are NOT FRIENDS LIKE THAT please stop and also the people I AM FRIENDS-LIKE-THAT with do not hug me because they fucking well know I don't like it), I don't have to do this. It is NOT THAT IMPORTANT TO ME and if it's not fun for me, there's no point. Things that are fun for me? Money. Winning. Not-being-yelled-at. I do not need to go play trivia night when Brother-the-Younger is there making it not fun because he's too fucking worried about how the DA's will view his socially-awkward sister. If that's the circumstances of Everett Trivia Night, I can have more fun staying home.
