Ooh la la what a wild, wonderful night of wild, wonderful, weird women at the Belmont Inn. I mean the quiz itself of course. The female pub quizzers were relatively tame. I was hoping someone would come in a Wonder Woman costume or maybe a Susan B. Anthony getup (I left mine at home so I guess I’m a hypocrite). Oh well, at least Sara from Beige Food brought me a nice little Rosie the Riveter figurine. She took it home at the end of the night (confound her), but I got to sport it at my station during the quiz and it gave me pride and strength.

Otherwise a nice little smooth quiz. Executive Assistant Renee was back in the hizzy and her presence was a joy as always. She helped me, as she is wont to do, sift through the TIE for first place that ended our exciting final round as both Boomshanka and the Fightin’ Mennonites brought it right to the finish line. They chose to split the pot between them rather than vie for a first-second deal. In retrospect I should have made them answer the other final round question because hey, that’s more exciting and after all, as the great Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes once said (not the philosopher. He’s not nearly as witty), the purpose of competition is to separate us into winners and losers. But you win some and you lose some and I’ll know for next time.

Thanks to Boomshanka Tim for sitting down with us afterwards and just kicking it and shootin’ the shit for a while. We had a nice little conversation about job dissatisfaction (not my Pub Quiz job, but my REAL job. Ugh. Jobs) and the merits of peeing in the shower. I love getting to know my Pub Quiz regulars. Come talk to us! We love you!

And of course the woman I adore, respect endlessly, and forever cherish. Me mother, Cathy Helm Sanders. G’night!

JWS