My Acceptance Speech After Answering One Question Correctly at Bar Trivia
I am here to keep the small talk alive because everyone else is so locked in that they forget how to socialize.
I am here to keep the small talk alive because everyone else is so locked in that they forget how to socialize.
Like all bars with inscrutable locations, it’s a speakeasy. A “secret” bar. But it’s a secret the way it’s “a secret” your aunt got a facelift in 2015.
I offered to shapeshift so that I look exactly like Kevin or even just wear a baseball cap if it would be helpful.
I understand that this neighborhood has changed in recent years, and to some, my frontage looks “ironically shambolic” or “intentionally distressed.”
Maybe he needs to hear it very badly for whatever marriage-related problems he’s going through. If I had to guess, of course.
Our bar trivia is not—and I can’t stress this enough—fun. Think: the SATs. Think: your driver’s exam—the one you had to study for.
Stakes are high, and friendships will be severed. But as Paul’s prominent bicep tattoo says, “All’s Fair in Love and Pub Trivia.”
Random people keep jostling you to get to the front of the amorphous blob you’ve been waiting in for 30 minutes.
A shot of rum stirred into a pint of Guinness? Last night I tossed and turned, cogitating on what type of person this drink might fit.
The iPhone knows it’s not “chill” to say this, but she prefers the pandemic life. She’s happier now!
I can photograph them from straight away with the bottle centered, straight away with the bottle slightly off-center to the left...
Some of my other ubiquitous work is "Call Your Mom" and "Single-Line, Semi-Erect Penis and Balls, With Hair Sprigs."