"Why is it trivia? People call it trivia because they know nothing and they are embarrassed about it." - Robbie Coltrane
On Saturday, I attended a bar trivia contest called Geeks Who Drink, well more specifically, Geek Bowl VI. There were approximately 146 teams consisting of six members a piece competing in eight rounds of trivia while we drank beer. It ended up being a pretty cool high school reunion, where I competed with Rick, Brad, and Ita who went to high school with me. Rick's friend Cindy also joined in the fun. We kept losing our 6th player and in the end we just decided to compete with 5. The name of our team was “Quiz in my Pants.” They sat us next to "Quizzed in my Pants." We were pretty sure that we had no shot, so we decided to enjoy our time and our beer. It was quite the pageant, which included a dance-off, comedy and the Team America National Anthem "Fuck Yeah."
Once the competition started, we were actually doing a lot better than we expected. There was a point early on when we really thought we had a shot at the $7000 of prize money. We did really well at the music round and the movie round. I had a great time and think I might actually try bar trivia again considering the good experience. Some of my favorite memories of the night included conversations about wedding cakes and gorillas. Here is our team below:
This weekend is Super Bowl Sunday and my dad is coming to town to visit and watch the game. I am not sure who to cheer for. Last time the Giants played the Patriots I cheered for the Giants because they were such an underdog. They ended up winning and this year we are once again a huge underdog. I think I'm going to cheer for them again. No matter who plays, I always enjoy a good Superbowl party.
This weekend I started going through old summer camp photos from when I was a kid and by kid I mean my late Jr. high and early high school years. I met some very remarkable people from other states at these summer nerd camps and I used to keep up with a lot of them by writing letters. This was before the Internet and Facebook so it didn't take long before we drifted apart. I have a handful of friends that I was able to reconnect with later in life either through keeping up, Facebook or running randomly into each other. I always seemed to have a Grease-like summer girlfriend or crushes at these camps that will always hold a special place in my heart. It was probably my first introduction to how impossible long distance relationships could be.
As I went through the pictures, so many memories came back to the surface, and so many people I'd totally forgotten about. I wonder how they are doing now. It would be great to see how everyone turned out. I don't know most of their last names and it would be a bit weird to contact someone via Facebook 17 years later. I will say, how very lucky I was to be able to attend these summer camps. I learned so many important lessons from being on my own, living in a dorm, forming social relationships with people I just met, and being able to reinvent myself with new people. Also, it was a lot of fun. It was the last time I played capture the flag.
It was also the first time I had left South Texas and found myself in places where people were predominately white. It was probably the first time I felt different yet I was able to form friendships with a diverse group of people. It really reenforced the idea that everyone is the same and should be judged by their character. At one camp called JBA, we would have these dances. I didn't dance in real life, but I danced my heart out at summer camps. I remember making them play one of my Spanish songs. --- Taking a step back, Saturday I was listening to music on my computer when "Me Estoy Enamorado" by La Mafia started playing. It brought on my trip down memory lane. --- So I had them play this song at the dance so that I could slow dance with a girl I liked. I don't remember who I was dancing with, but I remember that it felt great. Anytime I hear Counting Crows, Hootie and Blowfish or Green Day Dookie, it brings back those memories too.
At one camp, we took a day trip to a water park and even until today, it was probably the most fun at a water park I have ever had. Those camps also got me in the habit of blogging/journaling. The first time I left, I had a friend from home that I would write letters to each day telling her about everything that was going. The next year I started writing letters again and decided to just keep the letters as a journal so that I could remember what happened. From then on out, I started journaling when I want on trips. I need to find those journals, which I might actually have somewhere in my parent's attic. As you can tell, at some point during college, that habit became this blog.
good memories