Hey I liked everyone’s music-themed shirts! Especially the Air Supply one, the Uncle Tupelo one, and Boomshanka Ryan’s enormous tye-dyed Page ‘n’ Plant shirt. For some reason he took it off promptly after showing it to me and I was very sad.
A rather groggy one tonight for me and Executive Assistant Renee, who were both mildly hungover. Fortunately, everyone at the ol’ Belmont was sweet and nice and good and wonderful and kind and nice and wonderful and good, and things rolled without a hitch. In fact it was sort of disturbingly smooth, especially considering we had 86 people in the hizzle. 86 is a fairly large amount of people. It’s no 112 of course, but it’s probably the second biggest room I’ve faced, and yet the bar was relatively quiet and nothing went wrong whatsoever. In fact things were so easy I would have thought there were 50 people in the room, tops.
I take this is as a sign that either me and Executive Assistant Renee have officially figured things out, or that the pub quizzers of the Belmont Inn have been specially selected by aliens for their superior brains. My theory goes something like this: Recently, the aliens, who assume a slithery eel-like shape in their natural forms, entered the pub quizzers’ brains, sliding up through the nasal cavity as the poor saps slept peacefully in their comfy little beds. Now, the aliens are resting above the cerebral cortex, feeding on the brains like parasites, the pub quizzers becoming more and more sluggish every day as their brains slowly disappear only to be replaced with evil ooze-aliens. Soon the original brains will be entirely gone and the aliens will be in charge of the pub quizzers’ bodies, operating them by manipulating leftover nodes in the skull cavity, turning them into a sort of killer organic robot, or a conservative republican, or something even worse.
Save our Pub Quizzers!
Justin
Wait, just remembered! Get Yer Ass to Mars were the winners tonight, with 466! Mars……..? Aliens……? Ass…….? Something very fishy is going on here! I’m watching you GYAM… you and your slithery kind…
I’m watching you…
Justin…. I thought I told you not to reveal our Alien partnership/business plan to anybody… Damn… now Cyrgon from Cygnus 5x is going to be pissed!! O well we’ll just have to find another way to save the world from the heinous hive-mind people of Zupon IV…
Mildly hungover and still breezed through a quiz with 80+ people at the Belmont? Yes, I agree with the alien theory. Something was definitely fishy.