Last night our trivia team, The Rapscallions, had the 10th edition of our party where we cash in all our winnings for the past three months. Here are a few pics of the team enjoying some free beer:
This time we went back to our old tradition of picking a waitress who we wanted to work the party. For this one we picked Amber, pictured below in a rare photo of me taken with my own camera. She did a great job and we were thrilled to have her.
After that, we moved on to Calhoun’s, needing to get in the vicinity of Earnestine & Hazel’s for the South Main Dirty Dozen party that was scheduled to start a little later in the evening. All the crack boxes were in use, but after about 20 minutes I got one and began my usual domination of the Buzztime Trivia competition.
Okay gonna rant here for a minute… I CANNOT STAND IT when I’m playing Buzztime trivia, the person sitting next to me is not, and they keep “helpfully” trying to supply me with answers. This drives me nuts for several reasons:
1) I want to win fair and square, on my own.
2) The person sitting next to me may not be supplying me with correct answers, which could mess up my score.
3) The person sitting next to me may be talking loud enough for other people in the bar to hear the answer.
This was a big problem at Sleep Out’s and it’s starting to become a problem at Calhoun’s… to people who do this, STOP! Either get your own crack box and join the trivia game, or watch quietly and keep your answers to yourself.
Down the bar from me, my friends Shawn and Joe ordered Calhoun’s lunchroom pizza. At the other end of the room, the Nuh-Uh Girl’s radar went off that someone had food. She came over to eat off their plate:
Complete photo album (52 pics) here.
I played trivia until a little after midnight, and never made it to the Dirty Dozen party. Those stupid crack boxes. And stupid $1.50 PBR. And the fact that we’d been drinking free beer at the Saucer didn’t help either. Apologies to the Dirty Dozen hosts for not making it after I RSVPd.
So I rode the trolley home. I want to say something here about the trolley driver. At every stop he was announcing not only the name of the stop, but interesting things to do at each stop. “Union Avenue. Huey’s. Peabody Hotel.” “Monroe Avenue. Bardog Tavern.” The trolley drivers are often among the first locals visitors to Memphis encounter, and he made the city look like a million dollars. Kudos. He was driving the “540” trolley about midnight last night if anyone at MATA reads this.
Plans for today: Will watch the Memphis Tigers game somewhere at 4 PM. Not sure where. Meeting up with some people later on for a celebration of being single on Valentine’s Day. Should be a fun day.