Question: What is Singles Pub Trivia Night?
Answer: A psychological experiment involving alcohol and 80s flashbacks.
So Lynn, Kate and I attended a singles event last night at Felt (Downtown Crossing) in which you are put on teams to do trivia. In theory, the teams are made up of 2 guys and 2 girls and the guys switch tables after each round of 10 questions.
So the three amigos enter and realize the area for the event is on a raised platform and the rest of the bar/restaurant inhabitants are already curious as to what's going on up there. We register and are each assigned to 3 different tables. At this point, there's only girls there so we look extra pathetic sitting there waiting. Slowly, the rest of the people (all guys) for the event trickle in and they are each assigned to a table. The first guy, a bitterly witty commuter (Devin?) is assigned to Kate's table. Kate already has made friends with the other woman waiting at the table with her. Lynn and I are still seated alone. Now another guy, Jim arrives and is assigned to table 2 where our new friend Dawn is seated (we were chatting while waiting so we weren't seated sadly alone for a half hour). Next enters Adam. He was probably the oldest attendee and he is all mine for the next 15 minutes. I start chatting away with Adam, a special education teacher who reminds me uncomfortably of my friend's dad, while I notice the next entrant, the most jacked Indian named Chuck I've ever seen. First of all, Chuck is not his name and I forgot to accuse him of that since he's totally of the boat. So Chuck is assigned to Lynn. Still with me?
So here's where it gets good. They realize no one else is coming so they ask myself and Adam to join Lynn and Chuck's team. As we walk over, Lynn grabs my arm and squeals, 'Oh my god, I'm so glad you're here!' Luckily, Chuck is a man of very few words and doesn't respond to this. In fact, he was rather fish-like, eyes wide open with an occasional blink. I have to say, throughout the night, Chuck made comments and they were in English but I couldn't figure out half of them. I just kept smiling and saying 'that works!' or 'sounds good!' His answer to all the trivia questions is 'I was in India during the 80s.' At one point, one of the questions was 'What 80s game was reproduced illegally in the Far East and accounted for half the game's sales?' and I said 'Far East? Chuck, this is all you.' He still didn't know. It was the Rubix cube.
We proceed through the night, meeting the rest of the bachelors, who were all nice but it became very apparent through our 80s trivia that we were WAY younger. We kept trying to avoid saying things like 'Wow! I was 4 when that happened!' They asked who hosted the Oscars in '81 and I thought, how would I know who hosted the Oscars when I was 1? Some of the guys were re-enacting movies like Airplane and Platoon and Lynn and I were like 'uhhh...' Kate, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of her life at her table. We found out later she was a few glasses of wine deep.
So trivia ends and Kate's team wins. Lynn and I get consolation Easter Eggs full of M&Ms and peanut butter cups (which we totally forgot at the table during our speedy exit! You know it's bad when we leave chocolate behind.) We push the tables together and the people who don't rush off after taking pizza from our table (Devin) are left chatting. Gradually we inch towards our coats. We say our 'nice to meet you's and run to the bathroom where Kate tells us she gave her email to the girl at her table. I have no idea if that's considered a success. Some guys upstairs at the billiards where the bathrooms are ask us how trivia went and who won. They were the gawkers from downstairs. One had a leather sport coat on. He should not be making fun of anyone.
So end result? Kate's a lezbot, we found out how much we suck at trivia, and we miss our eggs.
(Note: Names have been changed to protect the desperate.)
Answer: A psychological experiment involving alcohol and 80s flashbacks.
So Lynn, Kate and I attended a singles event last night at Felt (Downtown Crossing) in which you are put on teams to do trivia. In theory, the teams are made up of 2 guys and 2 girls and the guys switch tables after each round of 10 questions.
So the three amigos enter and realize the area for the event is on a raised platform and the rest of the bar/restaurant inhabitants are already curious as to what's going on up there. We register and are each assigned to 3 different tables. At this point, there's only girls there so we look extra pathetic sitting there waiting. Slowly, the rest of the people (all guys) for the event trickle in and they are each assigned to a table. The first guy, a bitterly witty commuter (Devin?) is assigned to Kate's table. Kate already has made friends with the other woman waiting at the table with her. Lynn and I are still seated alone. Now another guy, Jim arrives and is assigned to table 2 where our new friend Dawn is seated (we were chatting while waiting so we weren't seated sadly alone for a half hour). Next enters Adam. He was probably the oldest attendee and he is all mine for the next 15 minutes. I start chatting away with Adam, a special education teacher who reminds me uncomfortably of my friend's dad, while I notice the next entrant, the most jacked Indian named Chuck I've ever seen. First of all, Chuck is not his name and I forgot to accuse him of that since he's totally of the boat. So Chuck is assigned to Lynn. Still with me?
So here's where it gets good. They realize no one else is coming so they ask myself and Adam to join Lynn and Chuck's team. As we walk over, Lynn grabs my arm and squeals, 'Oh my god, I'm so glad you're here!' Luckily, Chuck is a man of very few words and doesn't respond to this. In fact, he was rather fish-like, eyes wide open with an occasional blink. I have to say, throughout the night, Chuck made comments and they were in English but I couldn't figure out half of them. I just kept smiling and saying 'that works!' or 'sounds good!' His answer to all the trivia questions is 'I was in India during the 80s.' At one point, one of the questions was 'What 80s game was reproduced illegally in the Far East and accounted for half the game's sales?' and I said 'Far East? Chuck, this is all you.' He still didn't know. It was the Rubix cube.
We proceed through the night, meeting the rest of the bachelors, who were all nice but it became very apparent through our 80s trivia that we were WAY younger. We kept trying to avoid saying things like 'Wow! I was 4 when that happened!' They asked who hosted the Oscars in '81 and I thought, how would I know who hosted the Oscars when I was 1? Some of the guys were re-enacting movies like Airplane and Platoon and Lynn and I were like 'uhhh...' Kate, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of her life at her table. We found out later she was a few glasses of wine deep.
So trivia ends and Kate's team wins. Lynn and I get consolation Easter Eggs full of M&Ms and peanut butter cups (which we totally forgot at the table during our speedy exit! You know it's bad when we leave chocolate behind.) We push the tables together and the people who don't rush off after taking pizza from our table (Devin) are left chatting. Gradually we inch towards our coats. We say our 'nice to meet you's and run to the bathroom where Kate tells us she gave her email to the girl at her table. I have no idea if that's considered a success. Some guys upstairs at the billiards where the bathrooms are ask us how trivia went and who won. They were the gawkers from downstairs. One had a leather sport coat on. He should not be making fun of anyone.
So end result? Kate's a lezbot, we found out how much we suck at trivia, and we miss our eggs.
(Note: Names have been changed to protect the desperate.)
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